That's How We Fell! (ft.Zayn Malik)

Chapter 54

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~Ray~

"Zayn."

"Hey, babe."

I shook my head. I swear, I was becoming more delusional. I was about to close the door when Zayn slid his foot, stopping me for doing so.

"Why do you keep doing this?! The minute I touch you, you're gonna diasapper and make me look like a loser. God, I'm delusional, talking to nothing. I swear, Malik you're gonna drive me crazy and I hate-"

Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed my face and crashed their lips onto mine. I stood frozen for a minute, my lips parting in shock. The familiar taste of tobacco and some spicy four fills my mouth as Zayn took his opportunity to slide his tongues inside my mouth. And within the next two minutes of kissing, I collected myself and snaked my arms around his neck, letting myself melt in his lean arms. I slid my tongue into his, fighting for dominance before I pulled away.

"Just get out."

I ran my hands through my hair and backed away a bit, putting my hands in between us when Zayn came back for more.

"Ray-"

"No," I huffed, panting slightly. My breathing was highly irregular, my heart beat increasing twice.
I shook my head and put my palms against his chest and pushed myself away, struggling initially to get away from his strong grasp, when he tried again. I looked down and rested a hand on my hip, running my free hand through the messy layers that spilt over my face, my ponytail holder barely holding them.

"Rachael," his soothing voice called to me but I couldn't bare to look at him. I looked around, anywhere but him.
I could feel Casey's gaze burning a hole through the back of my head, before she walked over to me. She looked at the two of us.

"I'll cover for you," she mumbled and sped out of the open front door.

"Ray-"

"I've got work," I spoke. "I've gotta go."

"Rachael. Babe, I'm sorry," he pushed and I risked looking up at him. His honey hues stared right back at me with a pleading look.

"You kicked me out," I stated. "You asked me to get out, Zayn."

He sighed, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, Ray. You know, how I get it when I'm angry."

"No," I yelled. "No I don't, Zayn. You're a jerk. A fucking asshole. And you know what? I hate you. I despise you," I bellowed, slapping his chest. Zayn, who was trying to stop me before, stood frozen at my last words.

"Never say things you don't mean," he curtly said, looking at me square in the eye. Soon, my tear ducts lost their strength and tears rolled down my cheek and I slumped against his chest.

"Yes, I don't mean that and I hate myself for it," I cried, fisting the back
of his shirt. "Why do you hurt me,
Zayn. I know you were angry but.."

"I'm sorry," he whispered wrapping his arms around my body, tightly.Hd pressed his cheek to my head, pressing soft feather like kisses to my hair.

"I missed you so fucking much,
Zayn. You didn't answer my calls, texts. o was barely myself without you, Zayn and I'm so angry with you. God, I hate you," I slapped his chest again. Zayn lifted his leg and shut the door close. He pulled away and cupped my cheek.

"Take me down, Ray. I'm yours," he whispered while he immaculately picked me up. I protested against his grasp as he kicked the door of the guest room open and quickly slipped his shoes off.