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

♪ Chapter 34 ♪

~Aria’s P. O. V. ~

Each time my foot hit the ground it made a little sound that echoed across this long empty hallway. It smelled of wood and fresh paint and the painting of different art projects were neatly hung on the black walls. The tiles on the floor were waxed and completely free of mud, footprints and dirt. I lifted my head a bit and took in a deep breath only to cause small echoes to bounce of the walls. The long hallway soon ended and led to a pair of glass doors.

I gripped onto the strap of my bag and used my other hand to push the door open. The smell of old books wafted into the halls and my eyes darted around to look for the familiar blonde. My feet now shuffled along the grey carpeted floors and each step seemed as if it was the loudest thing in here.

I scanned the room, from the rows and rows of chestnut colored shelves filled with fictional, literature, philosophic and many more books, to the dozen MacBook that were planted on the white shiny desk paired with chestnut colored chairs, to the burgundy leather sofas with matching footrests and complimentary headphones that rested on the hazelnut coffee table, until my eyes landed on Nathan who sat on the only window sill in this library.

I swallowed and started to take a step towards him. His head was down, with headphones plopped on top of his head, while he studied a book- probably music theory. My hands tightened around my bag strap and I fixed my leather jacket before taking another step towards him. I was slightly nervous to talk to him though we were so close just a few weeks ago. It’s just things have changed between us and it all started when I stopped talking to him because I was closed in and only focused on Zayn. But now Zayn was somewhat all better and left to finish the short UK tour and I was in need of a friend. Nathan wouldn’t answer my calls or text and even though he might reject me right now, I knew that I had to apologize.

It has been 3 weeks since Zayn woke up and even though his leg had a few broken bones, he insisted that he join the rest of his band members. He’s left for a week now and I was feeling lonely, even if I got to Skype him at night and sometimes get cheeky text messages, it just wasn’t the same as having someone around.

I had returned to my classes and I was doing better than I have ever done. Maybe it because I was happy now and there wasn’t as much drama to worry about. All I needed now was my friend and because Irena was back in Cali. my only other real friend was Nathan, well at least I still consider him my friend.

I took in a deep breath before making my way to Nathan who was still reading his book on the window sill. I slowly took seat near his feet but his eyes still didn’t leave the book.

“Someone is sitting there,” He muttered.

I laughed a bit, “Still with the same excuses to have the whole window seat to yourself, huh?” I teased.

His eyes darted up to me and at first there was only shock but after a few seconds, his stare became a glare.

“What are you doing here?” He said coldly before looking down at his book again and scribbling down some notes with the pencil that was tucked behind his ear.

I let out a sigh, “I am here to apologize,” I stated.

He lifted his gaze back up to me and bit down on his lip before sighing. He removed the headphones from his head and placed his finger on the book so he wouldn’t lose the page before closing it.

“I am listening,” He murmured.

“Look, Nathan you have every right to be mad at me. I know that I’ve ignored you for like a month and a half but you have to hear me out. There was so much going on at once all I could focus on was Zayn and nobody else that was around me. I know that I am selfish but I can’t help it. I guess my body itself was so shocked with the ways turned out that night; I just shielded myself from everyone. I think I just wanted to be in a world with just Zayn and me,” I shrugged.