Hate Turns To Lust (One Direction/ Zayn Malik Fanfic)

♪ Chapter 31 ♪

~Aria's P.O.V~

"I..." I took a deep breath and let it out, closing my eyes again, "I can't. I can't change and neither can you. Just give up already. Just please. Leave," I whispered.

There was no movement and I couldn't hear anything. The only way I knew that Zayn was still here is because I could feel his warm breath hit my face slowly.

"I can't give you another chance. In fact I don't want to. This might feel right now but what about in the future? I just can't do this anymore so stop trying. It's over. I don't... I don't even love you," Each word I said was a lie.

But I couldn't tell him that. It hurt to let him go but what could I do? I didn't want to let my walls down again and this was the time I start rebuilding each wall that was knocked down. Those walls protected me and I will never let them down again, making me vulnerable.

Everything was still silent but every second that passed by a drop of water would hit my palms that were laid on top of my lap. I wasn't sure if they were mine or Zayn's but either way each drop burned my hand.

I opened my eyes slowly and Zayn was staring at me intently with small crystal tears rolling down his perfectly toned cheek. He lifted his hand and brushed a tear on my cheek with the rough skin on his thumb.

"I know that you're lying to me right now but I'll let you go for now. I won't give up on us though. Just you wait," He stated.

He leaned forward brushing his smooth lips against my damp cheek, causing shivers to run up my spine, before he lightly placed my cell phone on the coffee table next to me. He stood up, his eyes still burning into me before turning around walking away from me.

I let out a small sob and whimper before taking a pillow and pressing it against my face. I let the tears fall into the soft fabric while I let my body fall limp on the sofa. I kept telling myself that it will only hurt now. It was all going to be okay and the gaping hole in my heart will soon be fixed again.

But deep down I knew that it would never get better if I never let my walls down again.

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I woke up in the dark on my sofa, my face still pressed to a pillow so tightly that I assumed there were red marks. I didn't know what time it was but by the look of it, it was really late or early whichever way you look at it.

I felt disgusting. My hair was probably a mess and my face felt sticky and sweaty... or was it dried up tears? My eyes felt puffy and they were probably bloodshot. My body ached from all the crying and there was an empty feeling in my stomach and my chest. One thing I knew for sure was that it wasn't because I was hungry.

I grabbed the phone from the coffee table and clicked the home button making it activate. The bright light shone in my face making me squint before my eyes adjusted to the light. It was currently 3 o'clock in the morning and I had a few text messages from Irena.

I unlocked my phone and went to look at her messages.

To: Aria
From: The prettiest girl alive; Irena <3

Hey. I am at Harry’s right now. How's it going with you and Zayn?

I rolled my eyes at the name she used for herself but my heart dropped as I read over Zayn's name. I shook my head and took in a deep breath. I scrolled down and looked at her next message.

To: Aria
From: The prettiest girl alive; Irena <3

Okay, so you're not replying which means that it’s going really well or really bad? I have my finger crossed... And has Harry called Zayn? He said that he was going out with the boys and so I couldn't go... Is that weird or what?