5sos & 1d Smut

Zayn: All Yours

"We're going home." Zayn roughly said into her ear, already pulling her out of the club they decided to spent the night at. Rolling her eyes, she tried to get away from him, not being in the mood to listen to him again.

But, as always, she couldn't. He didn't let her to get away from him. He never did, actually. Especially now, after what she did, he wasn't going to let her leave.

Turning his head to look at her, she saw how his eyes were dark, his pupils dilatated. Zayn wasn't that type to get really mad and angry. Usually, when he did, he just lit up a cigarette and spent a couple of moments alone, smoking. But not when it came to her. When he was mad at her, he made sure she knew it.

As Zayn opened the door of the fancy club, he tightened his grip on her arm. Not caring if he left a bruise.

"Zayn, just let me go." she groaned, rolling her eyes one more time. He stopped, but only because they were in front of his black car. Turning his head again, but still keeping his grip, he looked straight into her eyes.

"Shut up and get inside." he calmly, yet aggressive and sternly said, opening the door.

Being his girlfriend for years, she knew that fighting him was useful at that point. So she just exhaled deeply, got inside the car and crossed her arms annoyed as her boyfriend slammed the door and made his way to the driver seat.

Tension was obviously filling the air as Zayn brought the engine to life and drove away. His hands were holding the steering wheel tightly as he looked straight in front of him. His eyes still dark, his eyebrows furrowed, his jaw clenched.

As she took a glare at him, she felt how she got mad too. Why was he acting like this? In the end, she just danced with someone else. Yes, with a guy. But she didn't kiss him. She just made sure she gave him a boner, while her boyfriend was watching. Why? Because he dared to talk to a fan and ignore her for a couple of minutes.

Now don't get me wrong, they loved each other. But both of them were selfish. None of them was able to see the person they loved paying attention to someone else. She loved his fans, and was grateful for them. But she couldn't stand the fact that a lot of them were hotter than her. And each time she saw one of them around her boyfriend, she felt her pulse rising. She was afraid of losing him. So, she always got him jealous, knowing in this way, she'll be the only one he'll pay attention to. But as much as she was afraid of losing him, he was in the same position.

"Zayn, I did nothing!" she broke the silence. "I only danced!"

"Yeah, you danced with a random guy." he corrected her, not looking at her at all. "You rubbed that arse of yours on his crotch and gave him a fucking boner. Yeah, you definitely did nothing."

"You're acting like I fucked him." she mumbled, shaking her head. Looking away, out the window, she frowned as she couldn't recognize the road to their home.

"Zayn, where are we going?" she asked, looking back at him. As he didn't answer her, she looked out the window again. He was driving on an empty road, nothing around them. Only trees on each side of them, no buildings at all. She swallowed hard as he turned the car to the right side, parking in an empty, abandoned parking lot.

"Get out." Zayn sternly said, not even taking time to look at her.

She got out, only then noticing the three abandoned cars that were at a couple of feet away from them.

"What are we doing here?" she questioned, looking as he got closer to her. She jumped as he hovered her, slamming her slightly on the car's side.

He was deeply looking into her eyes, as she started back, feeling how his anger was coming out of his every inch. Her heart started to beat faster as she felt his hot, nicotine breath fanning her face.