Don't Be Gone Too Long (Zayn Malik & Ariana Grande Fanfiction//Zariana)

VI: Forest Hauntings

Nemophilist: (n.)a haunter of the woods; one who loves the forest and its beauty and solitude.

Aurora's P.O.V

"No. You're coming with me."

I cursed a total of 30 words under my breathe as Zayn seated me inside his car. I glared at him as he took ahold of the seat belt, reaching across me to fasten it to the buckle.

"This is kidnapping." I spat.

"No it's not." Zayn snorted.

"It is. You're taking me against my will. The exact words for kidnapping is taking away illegally by force. Which is exactly what's happening in this scenario."

"Rora, no need to be a smartass right now. No one is watching." Zayn smirked.

"For the fucking millionth time! Don't call me Rora! YOU-YOU ARSE!" I yelled.

"I think not Rora. I like that name. It fits you very well. Hmm. Arse? Nothing I haven't heard before love." Zayn chuckled.

Prick.

"Look, Zayn. If you call me Rora one more time, I will rupture a blood vessel, that will cause psychotic behavior that will make me want to bite your throat off." I said as calmly as possible with a wide grin.

"Bite my throat off?" Zayn whimpered.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry." He pouted. "I won't call you that anymore since I don't want my throat ripped off."

"Glad we are beginning to understand each other." I smirked, as I looked out the window.

"No problem.....Rora." He said, with a hint of joke in his voice.

Lord, give me strength to not rip that damn smile off his face.

"So like is this the part where you rip my throat off?" Zayn laughed as he sped down the streets.

"You're not worth shedding blood in my hands." I spat.

"You make it impossible to become friends, you know?"

"Maybe that's because I don't want any." I growled.

"How can someone so beautiful be so hard?" He asked.

Wait. Beautiful? Did he just call me beautiful? I think he's beautiful too.

"I have my story." I snapped.

"Well I'd really like to know about that story." Zayn commented.

"No." I stated, as I began to play with my hands. I hated this topic. I did. I closed my eyes, concentrating to block out the nightmares.

"Hey. Aurora. I'm sorry if I brought up a bad topic for you." I heard his voice say sincerely.

"It's fine." I said, as I opened my eyes to look at him.

Zayn nodded, giving me a weak smile as his eyes darted back to the road. That's when I noticed we weren't driving to my house. Shit. I hadn't even gaven him my address.

"Umm, Zayn. This isn't the way to my house."

"I know. I wanted to treat you with some chinese food."

A small smile creeped upon my face at his kindess. Ofcourse he doesn't know I don't eat human food, but it's the thought that counts. I remember how I used to love chinese food, but now that I've became this, blood was much more powerful and more appetizing in my condition.

"It's ok Zayn. I don't think that's a good idea." I blurted out.

"It is. You didn't eat at lunch. Therefore you must eat."