Melting. (Malik)

4.

Awkward situations are only awkward when you make them awkward and right now I'm trying my hardest not to make this situation awkward for me.

Dinner idea sounded great when re first told me about it. I thought it would be me, re and Jayden. Not even once I thought that Rudy aka Zayn would be here.

Re and Jayden are too busy talking to each other to pay attention to me and Zayn or the tension between us.

Every single time I move or even breath, this guy glares at me.

I drink. He glare.

Move. Glare

Cough. Glare

Ugh. Stop.

"So anal tell me what you're gonna wear at the bachelor party" Jayden finally turns to me. re laughs at the nickname Jayden has given me. Jayden joins in and soon I'm sitting there embarrassed. I look up at Zayn as he's smirking at me. Bitćh.

"I was thinking a plan black short dress" I say "not sure yet".
Re starts talking again and Zayn leans forward, elbows on the table towards me.
"Anal?" He says smirking.

I roll my eyes. Of course. I pick up my glass and take a drink from it, pretending I didn't hear him.
"Do you enjoy anal?" He asks suddenly. I spit out my water and start choking on it.
"My god, Analia are you okay" re says as she rubs my back. I nod and point towards the washroom and get up to leave yo clean up.

As I walk in the washroom I look at my reflection. Pale. Flushed. And the third time this evening my blouse is wet.

Did he really ask me that? What the hell.
He's just trying to annoy you. I tell myself.
As I walk out of the washroom, he's standing there. Right in front of me. He smirks and says "I asked you a question, I don't think you heard me correctly".

"I did. I just choose to ignore you" I'm about to turn when he says "I asked do you enjoy being called anal? WhAts wrong with that?"
Wait what.
Did he really ask me that? Did I hear him wrong?
I turn to face him "do you enjoy being rude to everything that breaths?"
His smirk fades and he steps closer to me "no I don't. But it's people like you that make my blood boil" he whispers. And takes another step "because people like you think whatever they want to think about other people. Without getting to know them" another step. "Because people like you want nothing but money" another step "because people like you will sleep with anything that breaths" another step. This time I step back. Scared. "Because people like you want everything the easy way" step forward. I step back. " because people like you have no feelings" he steps coward and my back hits the wall. "Because people like you want attention" tears start to sting my eyes.

'Because girls like you want nothing but attention'
Words from that night. The night I never talk about. The night when my mother said those words to me.

I look up at him, tears in my eyes making it hard for me. He's staring at me. When he notices my tears, he smirk "what? Did I hurt little girl's feelings but saying the truth?"

he takes a step back and folds his arms, still staring at me. "See analia even right now you're asking for attention"  he steps closer again, putting his arms on either side of my head. "I know exactly what you are" he whispers staring into my eyes. "You want my attention, don't you? That day when you first saw me, you thought how could I let this rich guy fall for me? Am I right? You did everything to get my attention, didn't you? From pretending to ignore me to slap me. But let me tell you this. You will never have my attention let alone any guy And you know why? Because you're desperate. You can't accept that fact that not everything's about you." He leans closer to my right ear "because you're a desperate whore" pulling back he smiles at me. Evil smile.

I look up at him as my tears start to fall. How could someone just say that? This hurts more than when my mother that to me. Because she was my mother. But Zayn? He's a total stranger who knows nothing About me.

I nod as I push him off of me. I keep nodding and my tears falling.
"I- I under-" I try to speak but it's just so hard.
I take a deep breath "I understand. I sorry to waste your time" I say looking down. I can't look at him. How could he?
I move to the side and walk away from him. I leave the restaurant and as soon as I'm out, I let it out. I cry. I don't know why but what he said effected me so much.
I fall to the ground crying. People of New York walking by me, some giving me weird looks and some sympathetic. But no one stops. And I'm thankful.

My cry becomes light sobs when someone puts a hand on my shoulder. I look up and all I want to do is cry more.

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