Monsters Inside Him (Completed)

Chapter 21: Misunderstanding

Chapter 21: Misunderstanding

I was the girl Zayn wanted me to be that night. I figured that at least once I would act in line in front of his friends.

I have no idea what kind of business Zayn and the boys were involved in, but I’m sure it was nothing legal. They’re the gang that owns London- it can’t be good. Maybe Zayn was right. Maybe he did know best and maybe I should listen to him.

But then again, maybe not.

It’s not in my nature.

By the end of the night, all of the guys got drunk and passed out in the living room. I made up the guest room where I used to stay for Danielle and Eleanor and decided to just settle in Zayn’s bed. I would have tried to wake the boys up, but I decided that may not be the smartest idea, so I left them to sleep in awkward positions while I slept in Zayn’s giant bed by myself.

I mean, I would have shared but I figured Eleanor and Danielle wouldn’t be too comfortable with the idea of sleeping in Zayn’s bed.

So, alone I slept. I actually slept quite well. Zayn’s smell resided in his bed sheets and it comforted me. A forresty, musky scent mixed with cigarettes.

The next morning I woke in a panic. It was well passed eleven, so I missed another class…

I’m probably going to have to drop out of school now. I mean, I was failing all my classes and I barely attended anyways. I just didn’t want my parents to be disappointed in me, but what other choice did I have? Tell them that I was distracted by a forced relationship with an abusive and sometimes psychopathic gang leader? Yeah, didn’t think so.

I rubbed my eyes and slipped out of bed. Quickly I pulled on a pair of Zayn’s sweats and a t-shirt and put my hair up in a bun. I removed my makeup from the night before and went to go deal with the mess of boys in the TV room.

“Zayn,” I whispered as I shook him gently. He lay in an awkward position on the couch with his head propped at an uncomfortable angle.

“Zayn,” I whispered again. He groaned and swatted my hands away.

“Leave me alone.” He mumbled sleepily. I giggled a little at his rough, sexy morning voice.

“If you don’t get up then I’ll sit on you.” I threatened. His eyes remained shut, but a beautiful smilewashed over his features. His hands reached out and grabbed my waist, yanking me on top of him.

“You didn’t just threaten me.” He snapped with that smile still on his face. I readjusted myself and brought my face close to his.

“Oh, but I did.” I teased. His eyes opened slowly, our noses just about touching. His smile grew.

“You’re beautiful in the morning.” He whispered.

“And you’re probably still drunk. I don’t have any makeup on.” I laughed bitterly. He scrunched his brows together and took in my whole appearance.

“I like when you wear my clothes, you look sexy.” He continued. I sat up a little, pushing myself away from him.

“And you’re delusional.” He raised his eyebrows at me before his fingers began to dig into my sides. I couldn’t help but let out a shriek as I started to giggle uncontrollably.

“STOP! Zayn, that tickles!” I whined between giggles. He chuckled with delight, obviously proud that he got me to laugh.

“Zayn!” I continued to laugh, kicking and slapping at him, but missing each and every time. He continued to tickle me, ignoring the fact that all his friends were passed out peacefully in the same room.

“ZAYN!” I shrieked again, my foot nailing him in his stomach, harder than I intended. He let out a grunt before falling back on the couch. I gasped and sat up slightly.

“Oh Zayn, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-” He glared up at me. My heart stopped. He was pissed at me.

“You just kicked me.” He growled. I gulped and scooched back on the couch, away from him. He leaned forward, his eyes completely black. Suddenly, he launched himself at me. I flinched and tried to put up my hands for protecting my face, but it seems that wasn’t necessary.

Instead of punching me like I thought, he tickled me some more. This time, he sat on my legs so I couldn’t kick him anymore. I shrieked out in delight with the fact that he was tickling me, only pretending to be angry.

“STOP!” I laughed.

“Say you’re sorry!” He ordered, his fingers fiercely attacking my sides.

“I’M SORRY!”

“Didn’t quite catch that!” He shouted again, his eyes dancing in amusement seeing that I couldn’t stop laughing.

“I’M SORRY!” I tried again, shouting louder.

“What did you sa-”

“Goddammit Zayn! She’s sorry!” Harry snapped angrily from where he lay stiffly on the floor. He groaned and yanked his pillow out from under his head and put it over his head to block out our noise. Zayn stopped tickling me, but didn’t move from his position pinning me to the couch. He looked down at his friend and chuckled.

“I didn’t mean to kick you, Zayn.” I whispered, touching his cheek lightly to get his attention back to me. His dark eyes shifted their focus to my face. He stared down at me with adoration and caught my hand in his.

“Didn’t even hurt. I’ve been hit a lot harder, Darlin’.” He shrugged, climbing off of me.

“Why don’t you go see how the girls are doing and maybe set up breakfast?” He suggested. I raised my eyebrows, doesn’t he know that I can’t cook for shit?

“Why don’t you set up your own damn breakfast?” I muttered. He rolled his eyes.

“Because I am doing a much, much more dangerous job: Waking up these four idiots.” He chuckled. I sighed and pushed off of the couch.

Stalking into the kitchen, I found Danielle and Eleanor already up and dressed. Of course they looked perfect- of course. I looked down at my outfit and grimaced. They look fucking perfect and I look like a shitfest. That makes me feel absolutely fucking amazing.

“Do either of you know how to cook, because me in the kitchen is a dangerous thing.” I grumbled. Both laughed at me, immediately understanding what I was asking and started to work on breakfast while I sat on the counter and provided the two of them with unintended entertainment.

“I don’t understand why that is so funny…” I shrugged, sticking a slice of tomato in my mouth. Eleanor shook her head at me while Danielle just laughed as she flipped over omelets.

“I can’t believe you actually bit him there!” Danielle blushed at the sensitive topic.

“Ok, he was my first boyfriend and I was inexperienced. He told me I suck dick like a child sucks a lollipop, so I bit his penis.” I shrugged.

“I don’t take criticism well.” I reached for a slice of bell pepper that Eleanor was slicing to put in the next omelet but she slapped my hand away.

“You’re a character, Hannah.” Danielle said to me, flashing me a bright smile.

“You love me and you know it.” I insisted.

“And here I thought you were a sweet and shy American, but that’s not at all what you’re like, is it?” Danielle continued.

“I can be very sweet and shy!” I insisted, grabbing a vegetable when El wasn’t looking.

“And in which alternate universe would that be?” Eleanor asked seriously. She didn’t turn around from where she was cleaning a knife in the sink, but I could hear a smile in her voice.

“I hate you both.” I grumbled.

“You love us.” Danielle scoffed.

“And you know it!” Eleanor peeked over her shoulder to laugh at my expression. I rolled my eyes and slid of the counter.

“Let’s head off, troops!” I commanded, grabbing two plates and leading Eleanor and Danielle into the living room carefully. They were both balancing plates in their hands, and a couple glasses of orange juice.

When we walked into the living room to find all the guys up and looking sleepy. All five faces perked up when they saw us carrying food.

“Babe, I love you so much, you know that. Right? But I have never loved you as much as I do in this very moment carrying food for me.” Louis sat up quickly as he opened his arms for Eleanor. She rolled her eyes and handed him a plate and a glass. She handed Niall and Harry glasses of orange juice too, but she didn’t say a thing to them.

I watched as Danielle carefully handed Niall and Liam a plate and then gave juice to Zayn and Liam. I shoved food at Zayn and Harry and sat by myself on the floor in front of Zayn, who was still on the couch.

“Thanks.” Zayn smiled down at me. I looked up at him and smirked.

“Don’t thank me, thank Eleanor and Danielle. I didn’t do shit.” I ushered him to thank the girls, but of course, due to the stupid rules, he didn’t make a move to be appreciative.

“Why am I not surprised?” He rolled his eyes with a smile. I ate the food the girls made for me, enjoying the silence as everyone ravenously attacked their omelets as well. When everyone was finished, Danielle, El and I collected the dishes wordlessly. I decided not to comment on the sexism of the situation and just helped clean.

I let Danielle and El return to the TV room when we were almost finished. They made the whole meal, the least I could do was put the dishes away.

“Holy shit!” I heard Zayn shout from the other room. I crept to the door and pressed my ear to it.

“Mate, maybe you should calm down.” I heard Liam try. My blood literally froze in my veins. What was going on?

“I’m gonna kill her. I’m going to fucking kill her.” Zayn snapped. What did I do?

"Take a deep breath, it's probably not what you think." I heard Harry pipe in.

"I swear to god I am going to kill her. The second I get my hands on her she'll wish she never met me." Zayn ranted. I took a deep breath and bravely stepped foot inside the room. All heads snapped in my direction. I immediately tensed up at what I saw.

Zayn was standing by the coffee table, holding MY phone in an iron grip. Liam was standing near him, obviously trying to calm him down. Danielle was hiding behind Liam, so scared that she was almost white. Harry was standing right behind Zayn, with a hand on his shoulder. Niall and Louis were standing to the side. Eleanor whispering something to Louis nervously.

“What’s going on?” I asked quietly, feeling awkward and scared with everyone staring at me.

“Why don’t YOU tell me what the fuck is going on Hannah!” Zayn shouted at me. I flinched at his volume, but stepped closer. I could no longer be afraid of Zayn. He changed for me.

“Calm down and tell me what has you angry.” I forced the words out of my mouth, making sure my voice was steady. Zayn glared at me, his eyes blazing, before he shoved his friends out of the way and stomped over to me.

“DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!!!” He shouted. I took an instinctive step back, but he grabbed my shoulders roughly and shook me twice.

“W-w-what is it Zayn?” I whimpered.

“Why don’t you tell me why you were texting a fucking boy!!!” He shouted.

“What are you talking about?!” I snapped, feeling the anger rise in my chest.

“I looked at your phone Hannah. I saw the texts!” He screamed in my face. I tried to get loose from his grip, but I couldn’t.

“You read my texts?! Are you fucking kidding me?!” I shouted back, equally as angry now. I thought we were going to try this. I thought we were going to be a normal couple. I guess it was all a show.

“That’s not the point!!”

“I wasn’t texting ANYONE, Zayn!”

“Oh yeah? Then how come some asshole texted your phone with things like ‘I miss you’ and ‘please text back’ and ‘I want to see you’? Huh?” He shook me again. I trembled in his grip, but forced myself to stand my ground.

“You’ve got to believe me when I say that I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I pleaded. I looked at all the other faces in the room. Everyone was watching me with pure sympathy, except Danielle. She gripped on to Liam’s arm in absolute fright.

“BULLSHIT!!!!” He screamed.

“Let me see the texts.” I snapped.

“Oh, so you can text back your boy toy? I don’t think so!!!” He shook me again.

“Z-zayn. You’re hurting me. Stop.” I whimpered, hoping that he’ll realize what he is doing and back off. Of course, he didn’t. He only became angrier.

“TELL ME WHO THE FUCK HE IS, HANNAH!!!”

“I have no idea who you’re talking about!”

“The contact name was David. Who’s DAVID?!!” He shook me again. I stared up at him incredulously. This was all just a big misunderstanding. As he glared at me with pure fury, I couldn’t help but laugh a little. He was getting jealous over texts my BROTHER had sent? Is he serious?

“DON’T MOCK ME!!!” He shouted. What happened next happened in slow motion. I watched his hand come up and aim for me. His palm slapped me across the face harder than I had ever been hit before. Immediately, he let go of me and let me fall to the floor in pain. I felt the coppery taste of blood in my mouth. My cheek was instantly reddened and the stinging sensation was brutal. I just stared up at him with sadness and betrayal in my eyes.

He stared down at me, still angry, his chest heaving up and down.

Everyone around us gasped. I saw Danielle bury her head into Liam’s shoulder which stifled her sobs.

I felt like crying too, but besides a few tears, I held the rest in.

Bravely, I pushed myself off the floor and clutched my cheek. I stared up at him, square in the eye. He stared back down at me, slowly calming down and slightly in shock.

What I did next even surprised me.

I lifted my knee and jammed it straight into his balls, like really hard.

Zayn let out a curtled yelp and fell to his knees like a little bitch. He grasped his balls as tears welled in his eyes. As he tried to hold himself together, his entire face turned red.

“Next time you decide to go through my phone like the possessive dickface you are, at least check your facts. In case you didn’t realize, DAVID, my ‘lover boy’, has the same fucking last name as me. He’s my brother, you asshole.” I snapped at him. He reached out to grab my leg weakly, but I kicked his hand away and took a step back.

This was going to be a show for everyone in the room.

“David. My older brother. The one I haven’t spoken to in forever because my insecure-bitch boyfriend is too controlling. So maybe next time, before you starting having a bitch fit like a 13 year-old girl, you should talk to me about it first. It was all a misunderstanding.” I continued.

“And if you ever, EVER, fucking hit me again, I will not only kick you HARDER in your crown jewels, but I will also cut them off. You may be an insane psychopath, but I can be too, Zayn. You lay a fucking finger on me and I will make you fall to your knees like a little cunt in front of all your friends. Do you fucking understand me?” I didn’t even look down at him, I didn’t care if he was angry, sad, upset or embarrassed. I wanted to make sure he knew who he was dealing with.

“You make me sick.” I spat at him before I stormed out of the room, clutching my cheek. I headed towards the elevator, but quickened my pace when I heard someone behind me.