Rock Me

Chapter Six

Chapter Six-

After my third encounter with Zayn Malik, i went inside and went straight to my room. My dad had just arrived back from a twelve hour study at his work deep in the heart of London, so him and my mother relaxed in the living room talking about their business and what not, and totally forgetting of my existence for a good few hours. It was as if work was their baby and i was just a minder when they realised they had other things to attend to. It was quite isolating really. But hey, that's me.

I made myself a fry up as my parents continued with their conversation, and i ate it quickly before washing up after myself and jogging up to my room and changing into my over-sized jumper and pyjama shorts. I quickly ran a brush through my hair untangling knots and tangles caused by the wind throughout the day. The sun was glowing through my windows, reflecting off almost every shiny object in it's sight. Rays of the orange warmth rested upon my white walls, making a pattern on the blank sheets. I walked over to the windows, and overlooked the small sighting of buildings in London, seeing the sun set in-between skyscrapers  and reflect off of each large sheet of glass onto one another, making the light ten times brighter and mesmorising. It was a beautiful sight, taking in the mixture of autumn colours contrast the sky with the glow of the sun. I couldn't help but focus on the honey brown-like colours in the sky, and thinking instantly of Zayns eyes i had seen more than once in that day. A slight smile appeared on my face as i thought of the warm colours. How was a boy so scary able to pull off such kind colours? How was he able to make me weak at my knees with fear then melt my emotions with just one glance? I bit my lip deep in thought, shaking my head i closed the curtains, and climbed into bed switching on my bedside lamp and pulling out a drama book i received earlier that day from Niall. I flicked through the pages with my knees half way up to my chest with the book resting on them on top of my bed sheets. I landed on a page dedicated to Romeo And Juliet. I loved that play. I read through main quotes they put in the book, parts the class would have to learn in the future for assessments.

 These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss consume. 

                                  Romeo And Juliet, Act 11 scene VI

I ran my fingers over the words, reading them again and again in my mind as if they were somewhat fact to me. I felt as if i could relate to them with no proof to confirm my thoughts. 'Violent delights have violent ends'. I could definitely relate them words to the play, how violence caused the star cross lovers to be forced apart, but then after finding love within the hate died for one another. I wouldn't know what it's like to love. I wouldn't of said i would of died for the person i loved well and truly, because to me love is another language, another country, another culture. You don't know what it's like to experience such a thing until you have travelled through the ups and downs to get that love you would of died for. I guess that's why Romeo and Juliet died, they died for love. Just to love each other forever with no person to say 'No'.

There i was, just thinking of two fictional characters as if they were real and a couple of idols. 

The slowly forming bruise on my left wrist caught my gaze. It was still red in areas from where Zayns grip tightened, and only a slight tint of purple could be seen. He had gripped me harder than i thought, but i didn't seem to feel scared. Seeing the evidence he hurt me made me feel as if that was the worst side of Zayn Malik. It made me want to know the best of him. I yawned tiredly turning off the light, and i shut the book putting it onto the bedside desk as i lay down into my duvet and pillow, and closing my eyes waiting to doze off into a long deep sleep.

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My alarm bell rang in my ears, awaking me from my land of darkness. I lazily sat up and switched off the irritating ring, and dragged my feet from the bed, allowing the carpet to drown my feet in it's comforting material. I stretched hearing my back creak a little, making me laugh quietly to myself as i caught my deathly reflection in the mirror. It was safe to say i wasn't one of those girls who could wake up looking beautiful. 

I quickly grabbed out some fresh black leggins and a red thick jumper, placing some fresh underwear on top of it as i raced to the bathroom. I pulled out a towel switching on the shower to a high temperature, and i quickly undressed myself throwing the over worn clothing into a washing basket and then stepping into the shower. The hot water instantly warmed my body, trickling down my skin and rushing through the strands of my hair, the heat tingling my scalp. I found it rather relaxing. I smiled as i allowed my hair to drip wet, and i shampooed and conditioned my hair with an apple scented pair my mother must of bought. Feeling refreshed, i stepped out wrapping a towel around my body and fast walked to my room. I noticed my curtain was open half way, i must of forgotten to shut it properly last night. I sighed tightening my towel and pondering over to the curtains, having a quick glance outside as the sun slowly began to raise from the horizon. My eyes widened when i saw none other than Zayn Malik staring back at me. I felt my chest tighten, my cheeks burn red, and my body shake. He was just there, watching me, grinning with a cigarette hanging loosely on his lips as he lent on his car. I panicked pulling the curtains together and double checking no gaps were visible in the material. 

Oh. My. God. 

Zayn Malik just saw me half naked. 

Fuck. 

I mentally slapped myself for usig such a word, but then i crossed my eyebrows in disagreement, i was allowed to swear. This was some serious situation. 

I breathed in and out slowly, catching my breath and calming down my red face. I closed my bedroom door, and began to quickly change into my clothes. I wrapped the towel around my hair; allowing it to dry naturally. I walked to the mirror and quickly applied discrete make-up, before slipping on my red rimmed white converse and letting my hair out of the towel to hand down my back. It was damp, but not wet. I ran my fingers through the hair and styled it around my shoulders again. It was most likely going to turn out to be one of the worst hair days to ever exist. I felt my heart pound at the thought of going to school. What if Zayn goes around making up some sort of story, saying i did some sort of strip tease, or that i had a bad figure or i looked like crap even naturally? 

See, this is what nerves does to my mind. 

I brushed my teeth harshly, feeling the mint take over my mouth and freshen my mouth. I packed my bag and ran down the stairs in preparation to leave, my mum was already on her way to the car, leaving a slice of toast for me on the side. I left it, the feeling of being sick over powered me. I felt humiliated already. 

I walked out of the house shutting and locking the door as i went, and i hesitantly glanced up to where Zayns car was usually parked, but it had gone. I gathered he was giving a lift to one of the plastics, thankfully. My other idea would of been he was here to stalk me and purposely watch me change...but that would of been weird, and perverted...and stalker-like.

I closed my eyes swallowing hard, and climbed into my mums car as she inserted the key into the ignition. My heart accelerated.

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This was just a filler really, hence why it's crap. But i hope it was at least a little entertaining.. 

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