Destiny (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 44

chapter 44

I felt an overwhelming need to stand in the shower for the rest of my life. I’m not sure why but I felt like everything was over, almost like there was nothing worth living for anymore. I knew it was all because of Zayn’s distant behaviour, all because of one stupid mistake. I also knew that I was acting like an obsessed, love-sick, mindless, teenage girl.

But how was I going to fix this?

I didn’t know what to think anymore, he was confusing me. He’d come back from work or school or whatever only at night, to go to sleep on that sofa he’d christened as his new home and then he’d leave in the morning, sometimes before I even woke up. The moments that we were in the same room together, he’d ignore me or act like I wasn’t there.

But sometimes, in those sporadic moments, there’d be an even rarer instance of when I’d catch him looking at me.

I didn’t cry anymore, perhaps because I felt hopeless and desperate to make him see that it was an honest mistake and that I did love him.

Because that was the truth.

And I missed him.

I missed his laugh, his snore, his stupid smile. My days felt empty without his jokes, my nights lonely like the half-moon in its starry solitude.

Twisting the nozzle shut, I felt even worse as the steam vanished around me. I fought the urge to burst into tears and grabbed my towel, gently drying my hair with it before wrapping it around my body. With a sigh, I pushed the glass door open and stepped out of the shower. Looking up, I nearly died from shock when I saw Zayn leaning against the bathroom counter, texting on his phone.

I froze, recoiling a bit. He looked up and the smile on his face disappeared when he saw me standing there in my towel, like a deer in headlights.

Zayn cleared his throat, shoving his phone down his pocket, the vacancy returning on his face.

“Your grandparents are throwing a Christmas Eve party this year.”

I nodded, tightening the towel around my chest.

“You’re invited. So am I.”

“…You’re coming, right?”

“Obviously not, I’ll be too busy fucking girls that don’t mean shit to me. Apparently that’s what I do.”

I stared at him, shaking my head. Zayn started laughing and I gave him a pained look, completely disgusted with his immaturity. “You’re unbelievable.” Turning away from him, I began reaching for my clothes when his cold fingers wrapped themselves around my wrist forcefully, pulling me towards him with so much strength that I flung straight into his chest.

My eyes were popping out of my sockets, my breathing suddenly racing my heartbeat, my head drowning in distress. There was a slight smirk on his face as his smoky breath dawdled on my mouth. “W-what are you doing?” I asked, the shock forcing the words from my lips.

His hands ran up and down my back, pushing us closer together. But then his smile disappeared, the look on his face sobering as he studied the confusion in my eyes.

“I really don’t know what it is about you.” He whispered, his rough voice tickling my ear. “Don’t know what it is you do to me. But for some mental reason, for some wild and insane and mental reason, I can’t stop loving you even if I tried. I can’t stop loving the feel of your lips on mine, can’t stop loving the way you kiss me at night, the way you laugh at my jokes, the way you yell when you’re angry. No matter how hard I try, I can’t get you off my mind and it is fucking killing me–the effort involved to stop myself from loving you is literally driving me crazy.”