Addicted z.m

Chapter 7

"I'm sorry, but Zayn has requested no visitors today," the assistant whose name I had forgotten glared.

"Could you at least tell him I'm here?" I begged.

"Zayn specifically said he does not want any disturbances," she insisted.

"Macy-"

"Tracy!" she snapped. "He said no intrusions. Now leave before I call for security."

"Why are we calling security?" a head staring down at papers in his hand entered the conversation through a door behind Tracy's desk.

"I apologise if we were disturbing you sir," Tracy scowled at me. "I told her you weren't taking visitors today but she refuses to leave."

He lifted his head, finally taking notice to my standing there. He set his papers down and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "What are you doing here?"

"Where the hell have you been?" I snapped. "You haven't spoken to me in over a week."

He shrugged. "I've been busy."

"Busy my ass," I slammed my hands down on the desk. "You haven't returned any of my calls-"

"Like I said," his voice came out harsh, "I'm busy."

He stepped out from behind and walked off in the opposite direction.

"Zayn!" I yelled after him - he didn't even budge.

"Next lessons start in a few," Tracy's face blocked my view. "I suggest you get going." The smile she tried to hide was plain as day on her face.

The irritation was coursing through me and pounding in my ears, it took all I had not to turn around, shove him into a wall, and cause a scene.

I groaned in anger before storming out of the building and heading to philosophy. That was the only class I had with Perrie. She would tell me what was going on. Though she had seemed really uneasy at just the mention of Zayn's name in the past week, I couldn't just let this go on.

He hadn't spoken to me since our night out. He smiled at me the morning after when I passed him in the café, but a simple nod and smile was not what I expected. I knew something was off. I tried to talk to him after school that day but he shrugged me off and told me he had a lot of work to do.

It seemed the only way I was going to get him to speak to me was forcing my presence upon him.

I lifted my head from my knees when I heard footsteps approaching. I could hear the fumbling of keys when the footsteps paused.

His confusion was quickly masked by his previous irritation. "What the hell are you doing here?"