When I was younger, my mom used to tell me that I have a big mouth. That I don't know what to say when. That I speak without thinking. That its gonna cause me trouble of some sort.
Today I feel like I understand how having a big mouth can cause you trouble. 'Rudy' got me mad. I got pissed. I swore. He kicked me out. Like literally. And now here I am in the middle of nowhere.
I check the time and it's around 8:10. Great I'm ten minutes late. All because of him. Him. Ugh I don't even wanna think about him at this point. How can someone just do that? Is this normal for him?
Listen analia. I tell myself. There is no point standing here. Re is waiting and I need to get there. I start walking. About five minutes into walking? A car slows down beside me. Oh god. I start to walk faster. The car right on my heels.
I start to panic when the car pulls up beside me. The driver rolls down the window and I turn to look at him.
Him.
Him
Him as in Rudy.
Rudy as in Zayn.
Are you kidding me.
No. Are you seriously kidding me.
Like you're serious?
I turn my head and start to walk again. There is no way I will sit in his car again.
No analia you won't. I tell myself. I don't care how dark it gets. I don't care if re is having dinner without me. I will not sit that his car with him."Analia" he yells
Nope. Not listening.
I keep walking. Just in time it starts raining. Making me wet. And my coffee stained shirt see through again.
I hear the car stop and the door open then close. Suddenly, I'm grabbed and turned to face him. His hair sticking to his forehead. Shirt clinging to his chest. Both his hands tightly gripping my arms. His face so close that it's hard for me to breath.
"Don't you dare walk away from me" he said almost whispering. Almost.
Unable to speak I don't know what to do so I just stare at him. Zayn examines my face for a few minutes then slowly pulls me towards him so that my hands are now on his chest. I grip his shirt, looking down at his hard chest. I cant get myself to look him in the eye.
He however is looking down at me, his lips almost touching my forehead."Look at me Analia" he whispers. I don't. I can't. He's too close. Zayn moved his hands from my arms to my lower back, pushing me against him. Chest to chest.
He leans down and bites my ear before saying "look up"I look up only to avoid his gaze again. He brings up his left hand to touch my face but my gaze falls on his hand. And I forgot how to breath. He's wearing a ring!! Is that his engagement ring or wedding band?
Suddenly I push him off of me and slap him as hard as I can. His head moves to the side. Veins popping out on the side of his neck. He starts breathing heavy and then looks up at me. Eyes red with anger.
Good. He should be angry. He deserves that. If he had another women in his life,he has no right to do this to me. Hold me like this. Without another word I walk away.
***
After about 40 minutes, I finally make it to the restaurant. As soon as I walk in I spot re and Jayden sitting at a table of four. I wave at them than make my way towards them. As I'm walking I see the third seat is occupied too.
"Hey guys" I reach the table. " sorry I'm late I was stuck-" I look to see awfully familiar eyes staring back at me.
"It's fine ana, don't worry about it come sit" re tells me pointing at the chair directly in front of Zayn.
"Though I sent Zayn to get you but he couldn't find you" she continues "anyways we already ordered for you" I smile and nod at herShe starts talking to Jayden as I take this minute to steal a look at Zayn's face.
He's staring back at me. Hands clenched. Jaw clenched. If looks could kill I'd be dead. I look away. There is no way I'm
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Melting. (Malik)
RomanceSometimes, someone comes into your life and turns everything upside down. Their love is all you crave. Their passion is all you need. Their care is all you want. Analia is an average girl. Sweet and caring but passionate. Zayn is not your everyday...