Your Last First Kiss (A Zayn Malik FanFiction)

Your Last First Kiss- Revenge

SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED, THE LAPTOP GOT TAKEN AWAY FROM ME *LE CRIES* BUT IVE GOT IT BACK SO YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

REALLY SORRY IF ITS SHORT OR BORING, KIND OF STUCK FOR WHAT TO WRITE TBH

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CHAPTER 12

ADELES POV

“What?” Harry said, his voice sounded slightly scared as he looked everywhere but me. I grabbed his face and squeezed his lips together, I kept squeezing until he yelped in pain. I didn’t let go of his face as I walked into the house and shut the front door, leading myself, and Harry into the kitchen. I finally let go of his face and walked over to the fridge, got out a tomato and walked back over to    Harry. I took about three steps back and threw the tomato at his face, hitting him on the nose with the tomato juice squirting all over his face and shirt.

“Why did you not wait for me?! I had to ask Lou and El to pick me up and take me home!”

“Oh…about that, Zayn text me and said not to wait, he was going to take you home.”

“He did what?!”

“Yep, I can show you the text-“

“Nope.” I stopped him mid-sentence, and shook my head. “Stay right there. I’ll ring Zayn.”

“Oh god…” Harry mumbled, obviously trying to be quiet so I wouldn’t hear.

Now, I’m not a violent person, sometimes I can get angry and be violent, but most of the time I will just shout at you or do what I did to Harry and throw a tomato at your face, then not let you wipe it off, so that it sets and makes it sticky, it also makes it about ten times harder to get off. I’ve been known to drench people in lemonade, then wipe ice cream over peoples faces and let that stay for a while, then once its all dry, I can either make you stay like that for another few hours or go outside for about an hour, you attract flies and bee’s not pleasant…personal experience. Most people go for option A, I don’t blame them.

If I’m shouting at you, and you shout back then I get violent. I like to be heard. So I may slap you round the face or punch your arm, nothing too bad until you shout louder or hit me back. That’s when you wish you were never speaking to me or speaking at all.

RING

RING

RING

RING

RING

“Hello?”

“Hey Zayn, can you come over and help me with something?” I asked, lying obviously so that I can hurt him.

“Erm, can’t Harry?”

“Nope, he’s busy. Please?”

“Fine, I’ll be over in about ten minutes.”

“Thanks, bye!”

“Bye.”

I hung up and turned to face Harry, who looked terrified, not only for him, but for Zayn too. I would be scared if I was Zayn, or Harry. Both are going to get hurt by the one the only, Adele Branning.

I went over to the sink and got a cloth, I wiped away the tomato juice from Harrys shirt because it looked like blood. I took it off him and found a clean one that had just been washed in the washing basket. I took it out and put it on him. As I did, the doorbell rang. I gave Harry an evil look before answering the front door. I opened it and looking hot as always, Zayn stood there, leaning up against the door frame. He had a brown leather jacket on, with a plain white t-shirt underneath, he was wearing black skinny jeans and white hi-tops. I smiled at him and gestured for him to come in.