Unknown Desire || Zayn Malik FanFic

Chapter Six

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Chapter 6:

I stomped up the stairs slightly pissed off at my mother. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that tiny mind of hers. Slowly I walked back up to my room; not sure why but I had a feeling that I wanted to admire the flowers Justin had left for me. My eyes peered down at them gazing into its beauty. "He was right, they are beautiful," I said giggling a little but then slapping myself back to reality. He came into my house, while I was sleeping, that could never be forgiven. I lifted the vase towards the light to get a better look at the magnificent colors, that's when I noticed a small black dot near one of the designs covering the vase.

I brought the black dot up to eye level. "A camera?! Are you kidding me? Really Justin?!" I ran down the stairs to dispose of this horrendously disgusting thing. I suddenly passed my mother as she looked at me with a worried expression. "Next time don't you ever let him back in!" I yelled at her while throwing the flower vase in the trash bin hearing it shatter into millions of pieces, and stomped my way back up the stairs.

I couldn't believe him. He barely knew who I was. In fact the only thing he knew about me was my name, but now unfortunately he knew where I lived. I could never imagine someone being so straight forward on what they wanted, didn't matter when or where. I never wanted to see him again, but I knew that wasn't even a possibility, he would find me somehow, somewhere. Terrified on what could happen next. I felt watched. "What did he really do in here?"

I slowly inspected my surroundings terrified on what I could find next, whether it be another camera or microphone. I trudged to my bedroom window and pulled back the long white curtains. Quickly scanning my outside surroundings for anything, or anyone who shouldn't be there. Letting out a sigh of relief, I shut my curtains and headed to the shower to try and rinse off all of the disgusting feelings I had left inside me.

I glided onto the new white bathroom tile and stopped at the mirror in front of me. "Yep I still look childish even here," giggling to myself trying to forget everything that just happened. I stepped in the warm shower as water dripped down my face, standing there for a little longer than I should have before realizing that what had happened with Justin could not be washed off. Opening the door to the shower I slowly stepped out trying to maneuver my way around the large puddle accumulating at my feet. I slipped into my towel as my wet hair dripped over my shoulder and walked back to my room. Slowly I shuffled over to my bedroom door where earlier my mother had placed my luggage. Heavier than I remember I hauled it over to my bed and dropped it near the bed frame. I quickly unzipped it in searched of my long gray sweat shirt and sweat pants. After slipping into my most comfortable clothes I glided back to my bathroom and swiftly turned on the blow drier to help shake some of the water from my long brown hair.

My hair was finally dry after, what seemed like an eternity, I hurried and grabbed my book and proceeded to slouched my way into the sofa in our loft. I read for about 15 minutes before I heard my mother's footsteps climbing up the stairs.

"Sicily?" she said in a whispered tone.

"Yes mom?"

"Your father and I are going to have a premier tonight, want to come with us?"

Not very enthusiastically I nodded and sat up.

"Okay then, dress up nice now."

I could hear the excitement in her voice. I pushed myself from the sofa and walked to my bedroom once again. "I have to find something nice to wear now." I said to myself in a low mumble. Dumping out all my clothes from my bag onto the bed and began the search.

I finally found the perfect outfit. A little black dress with gold studs on the sides. "It still has the price tag on it!" I exclaimed in a joyful tone. "It's perfect for tonight!" Prancing towards my new black wardrobe and hung the dress on a white wire hanger outside its door. A little more enthusiastic I walked towards my bathroom and began getting ready for the event.

My parent's jobs came with many perks sometimes consisting of being able to go to movie premiers, thanks to my father, and books singings with my mother. I got to meet a lot of new people, but I think they never really seemed to be too fond of me because of my extreme shyness. But it was still fun either way.

"Sicily are you ready to go?" I hear my father call from downstairs in a raspy tone. "Yeah, hold on one second." I jumped into my dress and slipped on my red high heels and applied some bright red lipstick popping my lips. Slowly I walked out of my room, trying to keep balance, to the stairs and gripped the railing like it was going to save my life.

"Looking beautiful as always hun," my mother said to me smiling. "Thanks mom." I said blushing. She always said that to me, even when I felt like the ugliest duckling.

We walked to our car, and drove off into the black darkness of London to the event. Pulling up to the curb I stepped out of the car trying not to make a scene with my un-coordination. So many people came up to us to speak to my father, cameras flashing and what seemed like millions of people asking millions of questions at the same time. I wasn't comfortable here, which was thankfully obvious to my mother. That's when I felt a nudge on my side telling me it was alright to go inside to the party.

I slowly walked into the dark room with multi colored lights going off at the same time, that's when it hit me. I don't know anyone here. Suddenly I feel someone grabbing my forearm. I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. I could feel him pull me in closer, my back against his chest. He was breathing heavily. I wasn't sure if it was the lack of space and what seemed like the lack of oxygen in this place or him showing me he had the dominance over me at the moment. I felt his warm lips against my neck. His tongue slipping in and out of his mouth leaving wet circles on the side of my neck. "Please stop." I begged. He didn't, he kept going, and he was enjoying my pain. That's when it hit me. I know who this was... Justin. "How badly did he want me? Now he's following me too!" I thought to myself. Suddenly I felt weak. My knees began dropping lower. He grabbed my waist pulling me up and closer to his body. I felt his crotch rub against my back side. I was so uncomfortable and so weak.

Finally regaining very little of the strength I had left I shoved him from me. He looked straight at me with a grin on his face; I felt his eyes scanning my body. That's when someone else grabbed my arm. "Is this ever going to stop?!" I said in a loud enough tone. But this was different. The mysterious man slightly pushed me behind him, quickly without thinking I fisted the back of his white shirt and placed my head on the lower portion of his shoulder. I was terrified of what could happen next. "What the hell are you doing, don't you know how to treat a woman?" he said sternly. I felt the anger penetrating through his shirt in low vibrations

Suddenly a strong grip come across my waist as I was slightly lifted off the ground, leaving Justin behind us. I was in complete shock and couldn't analyze what had just happened to me. I felt safe in his arms though and proceeded to relax a little. I was then set down to stand on my own and abruptly turned to face him; I was in shock. His deep brown eyes seemed to stare right through me. He had a grin on his face like he was my superman and I was his Louis Lane. "Are you okay Darling?"