-Ariana-
I pulled away from him and looked in his eyes.
What the hell happened?
I brushed past him and walked back to the living room and pulled the schools papers from my bag, spreading them on the table.
“Ariana?” He said and sat next to me, looking directly at me.
“Hmm?” I said trying not to make eye contact with him.
“If I told you what happened with me and Austin, would you tell me where your parents really are?” He asked and scooted closer to me.
I shook my head and kept my eyes on the papers.
He let out a sigh and turned my face towards his.
“After I came in, and saw what happened; I snapped, I don’t remember much but me hitting him constantly, and Louis coming in to get me. He looked horrible but I couldn’t help it. A man shouldn’t put his hands on a woman…he never should.” He murmured and looked in his hands.
This was a side of Zayn I don’t think he ever let anyone see; for him to even tell me was shocking, he looked more afraid and angry than hurt.
“My dad left, mainly because my mom is…crazy. She takes all of these away business trips just so that she won’t have to be bothered with me. All she does is ship me money and calls me every few months. So I basically take care of myself.” I bolted out and looked at him.
He actually looked sorry for me.
He leaned in closer and looking at my mouth, I held my hands out in front of me to stop him and shake my head.
He took my face in his hands and laid his head against mine.
“Ariana, Let me take care of you," he whispered. “Just... let me take care of you. I'm not here to hurt you. I won't let anything bad happen. Please, just let me take care of you.” He kept repeating.
My eyes stayed on his in shock, my eyes started to burn again, feeling tears start to form.
“No.” I mumbled and pulled away from him, walking to the kitchen.
“You can say no all you want, but I’m still going to, and you can’t change it.” He said following behind me.
“Why do you care so much?! You never cared before, but after one kiss you think you can barge in here and say that to me? I’m not like every girl you’ve been with! I don’t need you to take care of me!” I screamed at him.
He rolled his eyes and pulled me into him, placing his hands on my sides
“I’ll fight with you as much as I can. Just please.” He said again.
His face grew softer each time he said it.
“You’re trouble Zayn, and you know it. You fight, you drink, you smoke; God knows what else you do,” I said looking at his shirt. “What makes you think I’d want to be with you?”
His eyes turned hard and kissed me; he pulled away and held my neck.
“So what, I’m not perfect. You’re not either obviously; you’re going to get on my nerves, and there’ll be times where you want to punch the shit out of me. But this would be a great way to make your mom mad.” He smirked and bit down on his lip.
I laughed and covered my blush with his shirt.
“I’m going to allow you to take me on one date. I’ll see then if I can manage being with you. But I know being with you is going to be trouble; I can feel it.” I stated.
