Check Yes Juliet (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

zayn took wide long strides, storming his way towards us. He shifted his deadly glare from me to Harry then back at me. He’s mad at something for some reason. But why? And most importantly, at who?

“Is everything alright?” I asked anxiously.

“We’re leaving.” He hissed, grabbing my arm as I stood up. Harry frowned in confusion at his friend’s tone towards me but did nothing to hinder his movement. I managed a small goodbye wave to Harry before being dragged out of the stadium.

His grip was tight and painful and even though I wriggled my arm around, he did nothing to loosen it.

“What the hell, Zayn?” I snapped when we finally reached the car. He released my arm and I immediately rubbed it from the pain. Red and bluish marks were already visible causing me to mentally curse at myself. Damn Juliet, why do you bruise so easily?!

“You like him.” He exclaimed. Whatever he said wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“What are you talking about?!”

“Harry. That’s what I’m talking about!” He snarled.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“DO NOT talk to me like that!” He shouted, forcefully pushing me back, slamming me hard against his car. I cried out in pain from the impact on my back.

“And do not lie to me Juliet! It’s so fucking obvious.” He growled, his face inches away from mine.

“You know, it all makes sense now. That’s the reason why you don’t mind staying. It’s because of him, isn’t it?”

“N-no. You’re getting jealous for no reason at all.” I stuttered my words out, holding back my tears.

“Can you blame me? You were blatantly flirting with him in there. And that was in front of me! I don’t even want to think what you’ll do when I’m not around.”

“I wasn’t flirting with him, Zayn. I promise.” I desperately denied his accusations.

“I don’t believe you. You were throwing yourself at him. Laughing at his jokes, blushing at his compliments. I can see it in your face, Juliet. You know, you were being a whore—“ And that was it. I swiftly brought my hands up to his face even though I was afraid. But unfortunately for me, he was faster this time, grabbing my already bruised arm before it could hit his cheek.

He used this opportunity and pulled me to him, smashing his lips hard onto mine. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t kiss him back. I tried pushing him off, squirming my body away from him but he was too strong.

“Can Harry kiss you like this?” He asked, pulling away from me.

He began trailing his lips to my jaw, his hands tracing down my figure to my bum, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Can Harry make you feel like this?”  He asked, kissing my neck, occasionally bringing his tongue out during the motion. I couldn’t help but moan from pleasure when his lips met my sweet spot. He grazed his teeth onto my skin, biting and tugging on it. I knew straight away what he was doing. He was marking me, again.

“Zayn, stop!” I whimpered, giving him one last big push to his chest. He finally released himself off me and cupped my face, looking into my glassy eyes.

“Let me remind you again, love. You’re mine, you always will be.”

And in that instant, tears began spilling down my cheeks causing me to release small sobs from my mouth. Somehow, something made Zayn snapped out of his crazy self. His guilty eyes shifted from my face to my bruised arms, taking it in his hand and began rubbing his thumb over it.