Last Dance.(Zayn Malik Fan-fic)

Chapter 20

The kisses, he planted them all over. His hands, he moved them all around. I combed my hands through his soft dark hair. Once again our lips had met. A soft moan was heard from his quiet throat. I closed my eyes and gathered in all that was happening.

He slid his hands underneath my shirt and traveled them up.

I began to nibble on his ear which made him laugh.

He kissed me again.

That was the night.

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My eyes opened to the sound of a lawnmower outside my window. Flashbacks of last night replayed in my head. I couldn't help but smile.

The smell of his cologne lingered on in my room.

I turned over with a smile plastered onto my blushing face, although I didn't find who I was looking for.

"Zayn?" I said as I prayed quietly if he was still in this room. "Zayn!" I said a little louder now. Still no answer.

I couldn't believe it.

I picked up my phone and dialed his number; the phone rang about two times until I got his machine.

'Hey this is Zayn; leave a message after the beep'. BEEP.

Why did he do this? With no goodbye, especially with me. . He was such an asshole! I threw my phone against my bedroom wall. It ended up breaking in half, showing off my battery that used to be inside.

I didn't care at that moment. I fell to the floor and crawled up into a ball. He left. With no goodbye. He left, and with my personal dignity.

Why did he do this?

I kept asking myself that question. Why? 

I thought Zayn and I had something? Something we probably never knew we had. I couldn't believe I did that, I couldn't believe he did this.

I sat on my floor. Allowing my heart to drop each time his face would pop into my head. Each time the smell of his cologne would brush silently against my nose. Each time I thought about last night.

My heart broke, slowly and painfully. 

I let a tear fall.

I never imagined myself to be at this state at all. Here I was. I was in it now and there was no turning back.

I hated Zayn.

I hated him.