Forbidden

Chapter twenty-three

Song for the chapter : Ed Sheeran- Bloodstream (this goes for Zayn's character)

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While I'm walking upstairs my heart is thumping and I'm shaking.

Once in the hall I stay quiet and see Zayn's bedroom door open, the light of his room is on me and I hide when he turns.

His chest is heaving up and down quickly as he's eyeing his hand flexing it slowly, only wearing a pair of white boxers. I gasp when I see his hand dripping with blood, placing a hand on my mouth. My feet stumble while trying to walk backwards making my way to my room.

"Olivia." he called, my body jumps by a flinch but turn around. "Olivia come upstairs and.. You're already here." he noticed eyebrows up while he opens the door further.

Without saying another word he comes to me then grabs my hand, I'm only watching his actions. Tugging on my hand he brings me to his room and backs me up the door.

Then he looks at me, his pupils blown out, eyes glazed and red. With his hurt hand he grabs both of mine pinning them above my head, while his torso is pressed on my shaking body. Eyes locked with mine I can unfailingly see excitement. It scares me and I wish I had stayed downstairs.

Ragged breaths leave his mouth when he leans his head on my shoulder and his breath hits my neck. Then his good hand trails slowly to my torso wanting to fumble with the buttons of my blazer.

"Don't... What are you doing?" My voice shaking, my body trembling with fear trying to wriggle out from him. What is wrong with him?

He sighed harshly and looked at me, scowling deeply.

"Do not try to stop me." he groggily rasped slurring his words. I hear at least two other accents in that sentence but he talked so slow and barely audible that I didn't know which ones beside his Bradford accent they were.

He tries again but I dodge his hands. First he releases me but spun back to me, grabbing me by my waist. I'm faster slapping his hands away when he tries to go for the blazer again.

"Olivia!" he spat, grabbing my hair. "Why are you making me do this?" he mumbled with a frown in his face as if I was urging him to man handle me.

"Then stop it." I say my voice breaking. I was very afraid. This all doesn't make sense he never tried anything like this before.

"Will you stay still?" he questioned loosing his grip on my hair.

"No." I say back.

"Why?" he questioned with droppy eyes. He seems to be in a high haze of uncertainty.

"I have nothing under." I mumble shyly.

"I know." he whispered back.

My face twists to a glare, so he's aware that I'm bare beneath but still wants to undress me... It doesn't take me long to comprehend that is what he wants, to get a visual. Being so mad at this I snap to have my curled hands pound him backwards by his chest when he wanted to touch me again aiming to kiss my jaw which made him growl and scowl at me.

It's a split second as we look at each other, my eyes scared, his enraged.

Then... then he raised his hand and slapped me. My eyes are wide as a gasp threw from my lips in bewilderment. Again I feel dizzy because I hadn't seen that coming but accept it, my head tilted down and looking to the side. Immediately tears flow from my eyes, I sniffle and sob to myself while my whole body is trembling. It seems that his patience has worn thin with the small freedom I get when I talk back and he makes it a statement that he won't tolerate it anymore.