struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 1: Think about it.

R E A D: Hi munchkins, this is a filler chapter like the next chapter may be but it's necessary. Things will heat up! I'm very sick, I almost went to the hospital and I'm going through shit now, so bear with me. I received messages on kik rushing me to update, so here it is. Oh and in this story there will be smut (I don't like writing those stuff, but anything to make my readers happy) and Chelsea's unspoken secrets will be revealed here. Bye!<3 VOTE.

Chapter 1: Think about it.

-Chelsea's POV-

I thought that my phone under my pillow wouldn't stop vibrating. At first, I thought that maybe the reason to vibrate was because my twitter was buzzing with tweets people were sending to me. I should have deleted my twitter, but I didn't; I cared what people said about me.

I picked it up, finding a message from Amanda. She's finally at home with little Darcy and Harry. I smiled and replied back, they're sure living the life. I thought by Harry getting Amanda pregnant they would receive hate, but I was wrong. Yeah, some people weren't happy about it, but the majority was supporting Amanda and Harry.

I yawned, placing the phone on the nightstand and stretched myself. I sat up as I realized Zayn wasn't on bed next to me, though I don't remember changing into my pajamas or falling asleep in our bed.

"Zayn?" I spoke with my raspy morning voice, and threw my legs out of bed to touch the cold floor. I walked towards a mirror to sigh at my hair that was sticking out all over the place. I brushed it and made myself a ponytail. As I pulled my hair back, purple bruises appeared on my neck and all over my chest.

Zayn. You. Perverted.

"Zayn Malik!" I yelled, blood rushing up to my heated cheeks. "How could you do this to me while I was sleeping?" I heard him laugh and I followed his voice, ending up in the bathroom. "Dude!"

"Good morning, love" Zayn grinned, shaving his face and controlling his laugh. "Why are you mad so early?"

"I don't know" Sounding sarcastically, I crossed my arms around my chest, noticing that I didn't even have a bra. What the hell? "What happened last night?"

Zayn wiped his face with a towel, "You fell asleep on the car and I carried you to the bed and changed you. I done it many times and you know it."

"B-But, you bit me." I pouted pointing at my chest and neck, "Even my nipples hurt. What the hell did you do?"

He just shrugged innocently and leant towards my face, "Why acting so shy, babe? It's not the first time I touch you."

I shoved my hands on his chest and pushed him, I knew I was blushing goddamit. He loves it when he makes me blush. "Yeah, I like it, but I like it more when you do it when I'm not asleep."

"Whatever you say, princess" He shrugged and left the bathroom, followed by me. He opened the closet, taking out a suit and tie.

"Where are you going?" It felt weird knowing that I'm living with Zayn. I remembered like if it was yesterday that he was climbing through a ladder to get into my bedroom to spend the night together. Even though that we aren't the happiest couple ever, thanks to the hate, I know that we're happy with each other. He loves me, I love him.

"I have a meeting with Modest Management." He replied with a small smile, tying his tie. I frowned. I know Modest doesn't like me at all, they think that I'm the reason why Zayn is receiving hate and 'ruining One Direction'. "Don't worry, babe. I love you and I won't let anything bad happen between us, okay? If I have to choose you or my job, I'll choose you."