I'm No Cinderella

Chapter 7: Old Habits Die Hard

I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands slid down my sides to my hips. I slowly pulled away, staring up into his eyes. He had a small smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes as he leaned his forehead down to mine. "I've missed that..." He whispered softly. "Yeah.." I whispered bck, breathlessly. I wasn't expecting the kiss at all.. Suddenly I snapped back to reality. The asshole just KISSED me! He kissed me! I suddenly glared up at him before shoving him away. "Wait a minute..!" His eyes automatically widened in fear. "Now, Ja-" I threw my right fist into his cheek, connecting hard to his cheekbone with as much force as I could muster. "You asshole!!!!" I huffed and stormed upstairs, slamming his bedroom door shut behind me and locking it, blocking the entrance with a huge dresser. I suddenly paused and slowly turned around, finally realizing where I was..

The huge Queen sized bed was just as I remembered it- the silky sheets the exact same as well, but not as neat as it used to be. I looked around the room, noticing how much everything was a wreck in the room. He used to be so tidy... I slowly walked over to the bed, scared with every step that it would somehow jump out at me or something. As I got closer, I reached a hand out slowly and felt the sheets with my fingertips. I gasped at the soft touch before I suddenly flopped down on the bed, his scent wrapping around me like a cocoon. The smell automtically brought tears to my eyes as I breathed in the familiar mixture of rain and vanilla. I shuddered, almost feeling the touch of his arms wrapping around me once again. I ended up crying myself to sleep, lost in my memories..

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"He's such a liar!! No girl wants to her that!" I grabbed another handful of gummy worms and threw the at the tv. Zayn had insisted on us watching a romantic comedy, trying to find my "inner lovesick girl". He chuckled behind me as his arms tightened their hold around me. "You're the only girl I know that wouldn't fall for it." I rolled my eyes at his comment, feeling a pain in my stomach that I knew, very fondly, as Jealousy. I hated his past. He used to be a major player, and I never quite got over that.. Although, I can't say I've never had my own fair share of admirers, I just didn't lead them on as much- Okay, maybe one or two...

My train of thought was ruined as I felt Zayn's soft lips brushing against the skin on my shoulder. I shuddered and let my eyes fall closed, completely forgetting about the movie. "I wonder what I can say that would make you react that way.." I smirked slightly. "Mmmmm... Nothing." He chuckled and tilted my chin bck, giving me a soft peck. "Nothing?" He smiled handsomely, making me bite my bottom lip. "Nope.." He chuckled. "I guess I'll just have to..." My eyes widened as I felt his hands go toward my thigh. "No!!!-" I tried to run, but it was too late. I collapsed on the bed, laughing, as Zayn got on top of me, tickling me. I kicked and squirmed but he didn't move at all.

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I woke up with a jump, looking around. I sighed, feeling a wave of sadness shoot through my stomach as I realized it was just a dream.. Just another memory. The past. I shook my head to clear it and got up, walking over to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and scowled at my own reflection, like I have done every time I see a mirror lately. I just made a face at myself before quickly pulling my hair up and walking out of the room and downstairs, ready to eat.