Slave (Zayn malik fanfic)

chapter 7

~Hello loves, sorry have not updated in a while but here's the next part~

Zayn's P.O.V

What the hell? Why is Niall outside of Sadie's house? I thought to myself. I knew something was up with him. Now that I've just experienced this I knew I had to protect her.

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The next morning, I walked into Sadie's room to see if she was awake. She was still in bed curled up ijn a ball in her white sheets and brown duvet. Her blackish brownish hair was spread on her snow white pillows and some hung over her shoulders. Just then her brown eyes shot open. She stretched her limbs out and stared at me.

"Hey." She said.

"Morning." I groaned. "There's something you should know." I said.

She sat up and grabbed her hair band and put her hair in a messy bun and was ready to hear my confession. I gulped and stared down at the ground.

"Just last night, Niall was outside your apartment." I said.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Your that jealous, really Zayn. All you know about this guy is that he has a bunch of tattoos, he's in your english class, and his name. So stop being such a prick!" She yelled

"Sadie, yeah I'm a little jealous but just listen-"

"No you listen you cunt. Why am I even wasting my time with you, jenna was right you really are a mind fuck!" She shouted.

"Sadie-"

"No zayn. Just get the fuck out!" She yelled. She pushed me with the tip of her fingers and slammed the door in my face. I sighed and walked over to put my shoes on and headed out the door.

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Sadie's P.O.V

I heard Zayn slam the door and stomp down the stairs. I sat up more and dig my head in my knees. I've never snapped at him like that and right after that big fight I'm not sure if he'll ever forgive me. I didn't wanna loose him, I mean he's my best friend.

A couple hours later it started to kill me inside, so I drove to his house. Once I got there it looked worse then last time. There were beer bottles and cigarettes everywhere. It was like he had a party in under 3 seconds?

I walked up his stairs and searched for his room. Once I got to it I opened the door lightly with the tips of my fingers. He was outside in his balcony smoking a cigarette, bringing the cigarette to his lips with his slim olive colored fingers to take the last drag. He threw the cigarette off the balcony and turned to face me.

"Hey." He said calmly.

"Hi." I said walking closer to him.

"I'm sorry I flipped out on you I was just really tired and cranky, and so much shit is happening right now." I chuckled. He smirked and put his hand on my back. "It's ok," he whispered putting his forehead onto mine. He kissed my nose and then my lips, then his tongue slid on to my lips. Our tongues met and it started to get heated up.

Then he pinned me on the bed and climbed on top of me, peeling my shirt off. I knew where this was going so I went with it.

He kissed my neck then I took his shirt, along with his pants. He was left with only boxers and it was now his turn. I yanked his boxers off and kissed his jaw line down to his neck. He then pulled my pants off along with my panties. We went under his brown duvet and sheets that glistened in the sun.

He unhooked my bra and rubbed the tip of his fingers in a circle on my smooth back.