Rock Me

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen-

I glared at the figure beneath my window, knowing for a matter of fact it was most likely pointless due to the little light in the area. "I need to talk to you!" He shouted in a whisper. I groaned shaking my head. 

"Zayn, it's stupid o'clock at night, i've just got in, i'm tired, and to top it off you've really upset me. So do us both a favour, more for my benefit, just go home!" I answered dragging out my last two words. Zayn sighed pacing up and down the garden, before looking up to me once more. 

"Fine, i'm coming up." He announced stepping towards my front door. 

"Wait, what? Zayn don't even think of breaking down that door!" I ordered feeling a sense of fear build up within me. This wouldn't look good. 

"I'm not breaking anything just shut up and be quiet!" He snapped placing his hands on the strip of ivy beside the entrance that led up to my window. I furrowed my brows in confusion as i observed the being climb up the plant as if it was an every day thing. My eye began to sting a little from the rock that collided with it earlier on, i winced keeping it covered as Zayn approached the window i was leaning over. I was frozen, unable to say anything. He just climbed up god knows how high with no trouble, and was currentlystaring at me to move. "Can i come in? I don't think these leaves can handle me any longer.." He mumbled nodding towards the leaves that were most likely about to rip from the bricks. I nodded stiffly standing back allowing him to enter in one swift swing of his lower body, causing a small bang to vibrate the floorboards. 
His cologne instantly filled my senses, as the realisation of how close we were truly standing finally processed in my brain. We just stood there for many seconds, just in an awkward silence neither could break. I swiftly brushed past him to the lamp beside my bed, and switched it on allowing a warm glow of light quickly wash over the room, revealing both bodies and their appearences. Zayn was still in the clothes he was wearing earlier that night, as was i. But his face dropped once my face came into viewing. "Oh crap.." He mumbled practically jogging to my side and cupping his hands under my jaw, lifting my head up into his sight, observing what i guessed to be a very sore mark above my eye. "You're bleeding." He cringed. Ok i was bleeding. Great. 

"Ugh." I groaned quickly attempting to leave his grasp and retreieve some cold water and a towel to wipe the blood Zayn pointed out. Yet his hands never left their position. "What do you want, Zayn?" I said through gritted teeth. 

"I wanted to talk to you." He replied. I instantly removed his hands with force, ignoring his comment.

"You did enough of that earlier." I retorted. "When i get back i want you gone." Rolling my eyes, i slipped from my bedroom into the bathroom, and switched on the light to see the damage done upon my face. Well enough i was bleeding, it was grazed, dirty and skin around it was stained with red substance. Exhaling, i ran a dark towel under the tap, wiping up the skin stained gash on my face and ridding the wound of dirt. I didn't want Zayn to be here. I didn't want to be in his presence, his behaviour had absentmidedly put those requests into my mind, and now i wanted him gone for good. He insulted me, and he insulted Harry, no doubt he has infact insulted nearly all my companions at some point, so i didn't wish to be with him. 
Content with my appearence, i exited the bathroom with my spirits lifted only slightly. Zayn should of left by now, so the only thing i had to really worry about was covering the bruise on my face. 

Of course, Zayn had gone nowhere.

He was laying on my side of the double bed, with one arm around his head as the other held my English book, scanning the front and back of the booklet. "I said leave." I said snapping him from his minor trance. I gently shut the door keeping all sound within the four walls.

"Not until you talk to me." He smirked mischeviously, crossing his legs and throwing my book to the floor, placing his other arm around his head. His tired eyes could barely stay open, i could tell he still had alcohol in his system and no doubt the remainder of the night was going to be a tricky one.