Him <3 ~A Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction~

~Chapter 20~ The Bet

WARNING- THIS CONTAINS SOME MATURE CONTENT.  PLEASE DON'T TO REPORT THIS.  JUST ACT LIKE A MATURE PERSON AND READ LIKE A MUTHA LOVIN G! LOL

I stood there, hearing the heavy footsteps make it's way to the room as I played possum.  I felt my heart beating as I heard the door slam. 

I squinted to see the large figure remove it's shirt as it climbed on top of me. It slapped me in the face.  "Wake up, you stupid bitch."  It said. 

I felt my cheek burn as I rubbed it.  "Leave me alone!" I screamed. I began to hit its face as I struggled from the strength of the figure.  I gave it all my might, but it just didn't work.

  I felt it grab my hands as it smashed its lips onto mine.  I felt the taste of heavy booze as I jerked my head. 

It grabbed my cheeks, forcing our lips to touch.  I aggressively punched its chest as it got fed up.  "Your gonna pay for this you stupid fat bitch." It said.

  It forcefully ripped my shirt, exposing my bare chest. I fought until it pinned me down, making it hard to breathe. 

I could feel it un buckle its belt as my heart beat was speeding up.  I prayed to God he wouldn't take away my pride. 

"Don't" It ignored me, grunting as it smirked huskily in my face.  It continued what it was doing.

"Please"

"Don't"   ******************************************************************************************************************* "STOP!" I screeched.   I quickly sat up, panting and gasping.  I let out a long sigh, I wasn't naked, a I wan't about to get raped, there was no man.  Instead there I sat in my pajamas, in a pool of sweat, with Zayn sitting innocently at his desk.

  I could see him stare at me with terror in his eyes.  I took a deep breath as Zayn sat next me on the bed.  He looked into my eyes, brushing my wet hair out my face as he wiped the sweat rolling off my chin.  "What's going on with you?" He asked

"I just had a bad dream, that's all."  I looked over at his computer to see he was writing a report. "Sorry for disturbing you." 

"Looks like you were having a hallucination." I could see him jokingly scope my eyes. "It was like the Exorcist." He joked. 

I let out a queasy smile. "I know, it happens sometimes."  My smile turned narrow as I thought about the terror I had from the nightmare. 

He gave a a romantic peck on my cheek.  "I'll get you some water." He said.

 "Extra extra ice." I reminded

As I waited for Zayn to get my water, I made my way to his desk as I snooped on what he was working on.  I could see the paper with his instructions as they read:

Write a paper stating why you believe love is real.  Use a reference from a friend or your own experience. Make sure to answer the following questions.

Have you ever fallen in love?

Did your love for that person have obstacles you have to face?

Are you still in love with that person?

How long has your love for that person lasted?

How did you have to change when you began falling in love with that person?

I was surprised as I saw the questions being asked by Zayn's drama teacher.  I was so curious to see what Zayn answered.  As I grabbed the mouse I could feel his hand take it back.