Chapter Fifteen
****A/N: A short update, but at least it is an update, right?****
Zayn called us a taxi, and had me get in first, sliding in after me. I assumed this was so he could get a good look at my bum, but tried to hide how uncomfortable I was as the car went into motion. I could feel his eyes on me as I pressed myself as far into the door as possible.
"You did really well on stage, Arianne."
"Thank you," I grunted.
Zayn snickered, his hand reaching out to squeeze my thigh. "I had no idea you had that in you. It was cute how shy you were acting."
"I wasn't acting. I'm just glad it's over so I won't have to worry about it. I don't sing."
"Liam will probably add you to the set list. That way he can tow you around wherever he goes. Plus, his manager really liked you. You're in, princess," Zayn claimed, pinching the inside of my thigh.
I glared at him and pushed his hand aside. "Don't."
Zayn leaned towards me, capturing my hand in his. "Don't deny the chemistry between us, Arianne."
"How can I deny something that isn't there to begin with?" I hissed, trying to whip my hand free. "Let go of me."
He rolled his eyes, grinning mischievously at me. "Liam said you play hard to get."
I glanced at the taxi driver, who seemed oblivious to what was happening in the backseat of his car. "I'm serious, let go of me."
Zayn snorted and released me, then gave the driver the address to Liam's house. It took like twenty minutes to get back to his place, and I didn't expect Zayn to get out of the car. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"What are you doing?" I tested as i slung my bag over my shoulder.
"Liam told me to make sure you get up safe. I'm not about to let my best mate's girl get kidnapped, am I?" he teased, putting his hand on the small of my back to guide me up, after he paid the driver.
I crossed my arms, holding my bag tighter to my chest. Zayn unlocked the door and ushered me in, locking it securely behind us. I moved to flick on the lights when I was suddenly pressed into the wall, Zayn's hands latching onto my hips tightly.
"What the-"
His mouth moved harshly on mine, trying to force me to move with him. I shoved him off of me. "What the hell, Zayn?" I hissed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Don't act like this, baby. We can't fight what we have-"
"We have nothing! Liam is going to be so pissed when he finds out about this! He'll kill you," I snapped, trying to shove my way out of his embrace.
I gasped in both pain and fear as Zayn slammed me back into the wall, the picture frame above me rattling. "Yeah? And who is going to tell him, princess?"
"I am!"
"Will you? And who do you think Liam is going to believe? His best friend, or some little girl that is trying to plan an escape?" he purred, holding my jaw in his hand.
I glared up at him. "H-he... He'll believe me. He knows I don't like you. That you give me the creeps."
"Do I, baby? Why is that?" His free hand travelled down my side slowly, tauntingly, and I did the only thing I could think of. I nailed his family jewels with my knees, and shoved him across the hall, into the other wall.
