Forbidden

Chapter twenty-nine

Songs for the chapter:
Tinashe-2 on
Beyonce-Partition

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I'm in a private airplane and have closed myself in the small luxurious bedroom. All of them were here, besides of Liam, he would be coming with another flight together with Alice and I was excited for that and had something to look forward to.

A knock occurred but I barely acknowledge it. Then the door opens and I mumble to myself some words of anger when I see Zayn's messy black hair as he walked closer to the bed.

He pulls away his shirt revealing his toned torso and those tattoos that I have memorized, inwardly hating myself for examining him like this and drops his pants to the floor before he lays down beside me. He nears me and slowly pulls me to him but I flinch away, standing up hastily.

"Where are you going?" he mumbled tiredly.

"Away from you." I say back as he sighed, standing up pulling me to him again by my waist. I look down to avoid him the best I can but he's already aware, sweeping my hair away from my face, tenderly stroking his hand on my locks.

"Come sleep." he murmured then picks me up bridal style putting me back on his bed.

What's wrong with him? It's got to be because he's tired.

He lays there and I stay far away from him.

"Olivia." he rasped annoyed, rounding his hands on my stomach even if I try to thrash away. "Stay still before I lose my patience." he grumbled and sighs when I comply. Since when does he like cuddling? That's weird and scares me somehow because I felt save and slept immediately.

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The destination was Russia. I was baffled because I am standing in the middle of Moscow seeing the beautiful city and its attractions. It was cold and the weather unforgiving as the icy wind cut through my skin even if it was spring, I guess it's because it's still early.

Zayn had handed me some of his sweats and a coat. He himself was prepared, wearing a black beanie, and a weird looking colourful thick sweater rich in vibrant colours. It suited him, he can pull off any clothes he wants.

A car leads us to a big mansion with a backyard and fence surrounding it, but I don't let it show that it impressed me. I'm in a different country, all I care about now is wanting to be left alone.

Once we're all inside I see how the boys all walk to their rooms as if they were here before.

Only Zayn and I are standing in the big hall, stairs on either side leading up the second floor.

"Can you tell me where I will sleep?" I ask him, averting my eyes from the Russian decoration of the house to Zayn. He nods and leads me by my waist, I quickly step away making him sigh heavily, rolling his eyes before walking before me.

We would be sharing the stupid room it seems. It resembled a big suite and had dark themed decoration.

When I look around I notice a black bag and know that's where my clothes are.

Zayn retrieved a thing from one of his bag and handed me it, by quietly rasping, "This is for you." as if he was shy scratching his neck, looking down his feet. Then he quickly left. Seriously what is wrong with him?

I open the black case and gape at the Pandora necklace I was ogling the other day, the diamond heart shinning like it's mocking me. I close it and toss it on the bed annoyed because this confused the hell out of me.

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19:30 p.m.

Zayn returned with damp hair, smelling nice, wearing his regular skinny black jeans, with a black button up the sleeves rolled up. I had taken a shower as well, the big mansion was like a dream house, I could get used to that spacious bathroom. I'm still upset about everything but I think crying is not in it anymore.