The Babysitter (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Part 48

I closed the window swiftly when i heard a sound downstairs. Zayn . 

Thinking of the bitchy act that i did yesterday night made me hate myself . Again & Again. All the blame is on me. Crap.

I glared at the watch . '7:30 pm' Already? So basically i spent more than 3 hours in the room, alone , after what Zayn did to me or almost.

his palm were palping every  inche of my body . His cologne was rough  and I just had to make a sudden movement to meet his lips. BRR. I shivered . 

i clenched my jaw and traversed the corridor quietly . 

My whole body was shaking . i Looked like if i just saw a ghost or something . 

I Followed the sound of the china to the living room  , where Zayn was putting thoroughly the china plates . 

My palms were sweating a hell . i tried to clean them up , using my trouser but i realized that i wansnt wearing a trouser . i was still wearing that dress .  

He looked up and met my gaze for  second , making my heart jump and continued fixing the table quietly . 

i felt kind of useless for a moment . Why did he call me ?

I Coughed on purpose . He looked up again , checked me out swiftly and signaled to me to it in front of him .  My palms were watered totally . i took a deep breath and sat  on a chair , right in front of him . He cooked what was supposed to be a dinner . 

- "ahm" i didn't know where i should look at .   His eyes? No , i will scare him . the food? id looks so 'im hungry i want to eat' , His mouth? No man . Hi torso? i'd look like a freaking perverted . i Decided to stare at my phone . My phone ? i palped my pocket  :  My phone disapeared . 

Zayn smiled nervously , handing me the plate  . he is acting , it i o obvious . In the deep insides , he i certainly mad at me , the little whore who ruined his reputation because of a drunk night party . I  felt so ashamed.

 - " Why you won't eat? not hungry?" he smiled , putting  a plate full of something ...food..whatever . Stop acting Zayn . I know how muh you're angry now , in your deep insides , you're probably saying 'what a whore , this bitch ruined my career .

- "No i'm not ." i muttered , standing up and leaving the house . i needed air  . 

The weather wasn't as i expected . it wa kind of cold outside , and i understood that it will rain soon , certainly . i walked around , nonchalantly , playing with the humid grass under my feet . The nature was beautiful , at the end , that place wasn't that bad .  I frictionned my palms , i was sweating minutes ago because of Zayn's presence and now , i'm freezing . Why is he being hypocrit with me? He can at least yell or something . i will understand it , because if i was him i'd be mad . 

the breeze became slightly rougher and colder . Harry's image came between my eyes  . What happened when i was drunk? I just want to remember . 

Zayn Malik's P.O.V.

Thi girl is like sand , escaping from my hands without letting me the change to catch her up . Everytime i see her walking away something in my heart i burnt and i feel like it' burnt forever and will never be fixed . Like if he is leaving for real . i Don't want this to happen . I need to stop acting like this , a  stupid pathetic liar . I will show her , like  man ,  ye , like a man what i feel since i met her . 

The consequences? i don't care . I waited too much . Rain began to fall roughly . She was outside . 

Now or never .