Destiny (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 13

chapter 13

A stubborn silence had taken control of our tongues. It buzzed and hissed around our heads like an angry wasp. I cleared my throat, trying hard to deflate the tension.

“I have the keys to my flat. I don’t need a place to stay anymore.” I said, keeping my tone as casual as possible.               

Zayn looked over at me and sighed. “I thought you would say that. I have one request. Just stay tonight. If you want to go so bad, you can leave tomorrow morning.” He spoke tersely.                  

“Don’t say it so horribly, you know it’s not that I don’t like staying with you. I just don’t –”               

“Don’t like what? Having fun? Tell me about it.”               

I rolled my eyes. “Zayn. You’re acting like it’s the end of the world. We can still hang out.”               

“Is that a promise?”               

“You bet it is.” I hesitated for a moment before continuing, “Hey Zayn?”                 

“Mhm?” Zayn was about to turn onto his street.               

“Please don’t mind but can we drop my stuff off at my flat, it’s really just ten minutes from here.” I said, pointing in the opposite direction. He gave me a frustrated look before slowing down and U-turning. I gave him the directions to my tiny flat and we reached there in nearly 5 minutes.               

“So much has happened today,” I said as I hopped out of the parked boxster with two boxes in my hands. Zayn followed suit and began walking towards the white house that I co-owned.                 

He ignored me. “Excuse me for being blunt but how did you afford this house?” I shuffled around and got the key out of my pocket before speaking.               

“Well, it wasn’t all me really. My grandparents paid for half of the price and my sister and I split the rest of the cost.”               

“Cool. But it gets lonely living alone, doesn’t it?” Zayn eyed me.               

“Well, it’s fun at first,” I pushed the door open, “But yes, it does get lonely. Especially those nights when Ella doesn’t return home from –” I had stopped. There was a colossal sound in which my boxes hit the floor. The entire house was trashed. Someone had a rave here! There were empty alcohol bottles lying on the floor, a few windows were smashed, literally, and much furniture was broken. There was a putrid smell of vomit and alcohol and – Oh lord. Blood. Aslam was going to get it, oh he wouldn’t know what hit him. I could make his murder look like an accident. Zayn had apparently noticed the mess but his face had a huge smile on it.               

“You’re a wild party animal Eli! Nice, didn’t know you had it in you. Now let’s open these doors and see all the broken condoms.”               

A realization hit me like a speeding bullet. Petrified, I ran to the door nearly hidden behind the cabinet at the far back of the house. God the smell was horrible. Cringing, I pushed open the door to my art room and I felt something die inside of me at the sight. It was empty. Completely empty.               

Zayn looked inside the room, confused and when he saw my face, his grin disappeared. “Eli, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Crying? Wonderful. “I’m-I’m not crying. It’s called, sweating… from the eyes.” I said miserably.