Touch (Z.S) (Rewriting)

Chapter 27

How long has it been since I last saw Zayn? 1 week? 2 weeks? My guess is 1 week and a half. That works. As much as I wanted to pick up his calls, reply to his texts and be in his arms, I was having way too much of a good time with Niall to let it all go. Besides, this could be healthy for both me and Zayn. A little bit of distance is fine.

A while ago, we came back from lunch/dinner. It was the second meal of the day but it was very late. It's 8 pm right now. Would it be considered dinner?? Dinch?? Linner? I don't know. All I do know is that it was delicious. Now, we were watching TV- actually wearing clothes too. We got into this TV show called Ink Master and it was pretty intense. Niall was very into it which was weird, considering he didn't have tattoos.

"What the hell!!! Tatu baby should of won! Sebastian's tattoo was way worse!!" He groans, stomping his feet

"Sarah should of been long out too! Jesus Christ!" He adds on

I chuckle at him. When he gets frustrated it was so funny and cute. He seemed happy again. Louis wasn't who I had in mind as his boyfriend but hey, if he's happy, that's all that matters to me. Anyways, they were cute together. Louis came over twice and they were all cuddly and playful. My heart was aching when I saw the two of them like that but I wouldn't let it show that I missed Zayn. Time away would be better for me anyways. I could survive a few more days without him. In fact, maybe I'll visit him tomorrow.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. Niall and I both look at the door then back at each other. I poke my bottom lip out, making the best puppy dog face I could. "Fine!" Niall ruffles my hair and gets up, walking towards the door. I smile and stare back at the TV. Aww. Poor Tatu baby. She really should of won.

"Niall please just let me just speak to him!" Says a familiar voice. Oh no.

I sink down on the couch, in hope that Zayn didn't see me. I turn back enough to see Niall standing there in disappointment, an apologetic look on his face. Zayn storms over to me, grabs my arm and pulls me up. Without a word, we start walking off, out of the apartment. I send one last awkward wave to Niall before we're out of his sight.

I take a seat in Zayns car, putting the seatbelt on. I wait for an explanation, although it's pretty obvious what this is about. He starts driving off in silence. Where are we going? Are we Going to his house? The beach? Narnia? Is he taking me to a ditch so he can dump me in it for ignoring him for so long? Who knows.

"Why?" He suddenly asks

I sit there, dumbfounded.

"Why were you ignoring me?" He elaborates

"I.. I don't know..." I say awkwardly

"That's bullshit!" He snaps

I flinch. I never liked it when he was mad. It truly was scary. I was already scared.

"After Louis walked in in us I just felt so awkward and upset and I needed time for myself" I say quickly

Zayn just rolls his eyes and scoffs. Now I'm getting angry with him. Keep calm, don't yell. Just speak calmly, Harry.

"Plus don't you think that I was stressed because, you know, I literally cheated! I don't know if you know this but cheating is wrong and I was just stressed with everything" I huff, crossing my arms

Suddenly the car goes to a sharp stop. Thank god I wore a seatbelt. If I didn't have it on, I would of slammed my face onto the dash board. My heart was pounding in my chest. I swear Zayn could probably hear my heart beating.

"What the hell was that?!" I start, furious with him. I should probably get out before things go too far. So that's what I did. Unfortunately Zayn followed me out of the car. This wasn't going to end well.

"Stop acting like you're the victim all the time! If cheating was stressing you out you could of stopped! Why didn't you?"

"Because you basically forced yourself on me!" I say without thinking

Oh no. I shouldn't of said that. That was 100% a lie and we both knew it but when I'm angry I just push buttons as much as I could. Now I should be scared. Very scared. Zayn tends to get violent when he's angry- sort of like me.

"I forced myself on you?!" He snaps, pushing me back

I stumble back but I manage to keep myself standing. I don't know where we were but all I did know is that if things got out of hand, no one could help me. It was empty and it was getting darker and darker by the second and we all know Zayn could beat my ass in a millisecond.

"I literally asked you every time we had sex if you were okay with it!!" Shove. "Don't you dare tell me that I forced myself on you!!" Shove. Now I was on the ground. "Besides, the way you were moaning my name and calling me daddy begs to differ!!"

I cringe on the ground, squeezing my eyes shut. I wait for the hit to come. I admit I did go to far. Way too far. I basically accused him of rape and he was right, he always asked if I was okay and made me feel amazing. I wait a minute and see that Zayn is just standing there, his fists curled up into balls. His chest rises and falls in sync with his heavy breathing.

I look at my hands and arm. They were scraped and a few small cuts with blood barely escaping them. "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this then..." I manage to get out of my mouth. I stand up slowly, my right thigh aching. Why did it hurt so much? It was burning and aching. I look back and see that I stabbed myself with a rock. Luckily it barely made a small rip in my pants but god damn it was painful.

It was silent so with that, I start to walk away. I couldn't just walk away. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to be in his arms, telling him how much I love him. I should be telling him how he made me so happy and how I'm wrong. But here I am, walking away from him with scraped up arms, and an aching thigh and heart.

"Harry! Get back here!" Zayn suddenly says

I stop in my tracks, wiping the tears on my face. I don't turn to face him. I just wait for him to speak up again, which he does.

"You don't know how to get home..." He says softly

"Are you bipolar or something, jesus fucking christ?" I cough. I knew that if I just let him go now, it'd be easier. If I put up a guard and pretend that I'm fine, it'll be better for the both of is. "I can find my own way home" I whisper

I continue walking and of course, Zayn doesn't follow. I don't know where I'm going to end up but I hope I end up somewhere where I know where I am. I finally hear the car drives off so I reach for my phone. Niall could probably find me. My hopes are lost when I realize that I left my phone at home. God damn it.

Well I just need to walk and hope that I end up back home. I'm so screwed.

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Very short chapter but OH NYNG JXHAHEBHDB LOUIS YES LOUIS LOUIS SLAY ME SO HARD

LOUIS SLAYED NAUGHTY BOY ON TWITTER IM SCREAMING. NO CHILL LOUIS. I LOVE LOUIS SO SO MUCH.

ALSO SORRY, I WAS WRITING LAST NIGHT AND I WAS IN MEXICO AND I WAS SO PROUD OF THIS CHAPTER THEN IT ALL GOT ERASED SO ITS NOT AS GOOD. IT WENT FROM GUCCI TO WALMART. IM SORRY.

ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU GUYS, SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER. COMMENT AND VOTE!! LOVE YOU!!