Malik - Z.M (Book 1, Malik Series)

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His face is mixed with a full display of different emotions before he looks down at his fingers then back up at me.

This whole time I'm holding my breath and his eyes are narrowed at me.

"But I thought last night-"

"Last night was last night." I murmur quietly.

Zayn frowns, obviously growing irritated in just these few seconds that had passed by.

"What does that even mean?" His frustration is growing.

I bite my lips slightly as I keep my gaze on him. My heart is thumping heavily in my chest.

"I don't get it." Zayn scowls quietly to himself. "We make up and then you still want to go. You said you loved me."

I'm sorry.

"Which is wrong. I shouldn't." I murmur sadly.

For many reasons, yet, even when I'm denying it, it still won't change how I feel.

How fucked up and annoying can I be?!

I love him, but it doesn't exactly mean we're together either.

He said I was his, under what terms exactly?

Zayn presses his lips together in a grim line and I tense again as he narrows his eyes at me.

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop apologising."

"What else am I suppose to say?" I shrug my shoulders and nervously grab his hands, only having him deny me.

I swallow hard and look up at him again.

Silence hits us and I pierce my lips together as I hold his gaze.

I shuffle closer and try again. He lets me this time and I close my eyes after a sigh of relief.

I fiddle around with his bigger hands and bite my lip as he continues to stare down at me.

Unwanted memories begin to filter through me and I squeeze my eyes closed to blink away the tears.

"It's weird how much times you've hurt me with these, yet I still can't get enough of you." I whisper quietly, sadly.

Zayns hand tightens around my own this time and I hold my breath as his other hand cups my face.

My eyes slowly raise to his before they skim down to the small beauty spot on his nose and down to his plumped lips.

He frowns slightly before his thumb runs against my bottom lip, causing the breath of air to hitch in my throat.

Leaning in closer he takes a deep breath and lightly brushes his lips against mine. He pulls away before I could even register and I blink as my hand and face becomes cold without his touch.

Zayns posture becomes tense and before you know it, he pushes the blankets off him.

Revealing his bare tattooed torso, I stand quickly as he stands to his feet in a quick pace I wasn't nearly prepared for.

"Where are you going?" I frown confused.

"To the bathroom, Alissa." He scowls before brushing passed me.

I roll my eyes at myself to have the fucking decency to feel the urge to cry.

Don't fucking cry.

I take a deep breath as the door closes and I frown yet again.

I tell Zayn I love him in the weirdest moment, I kiss his brother the next morning and now i'm in this situation.