Dangerously Seductive (a Zayn Malik fanfiction).

Chapter 18

I flattened out the wrinkles in my skirt making sure it looked decent. It was quite a colorful skirt, random patterns sewn into it, it matched the oversized sweater i had on. The autumn air was slowly creeping in making the weather a bit more chilly than usual. My curls hung done my shoulders, covered only slightly with the beanie I borrowed from Zayn.

"Your wearing that?" Zayn asked peering at the skirt. I turned around looking at him from the open bathroom door connected to my bedroom. I gave him a questioning look, but he didn't pick up on my non verbal approach for him to explain.

"What's wrong with it?"

He rose to his feet joining me in the small space.

"It's short." He frowned.

"It's not even above mid thigh! Would you prefer I wear it down to my ankles?" I asked jokingly.

"I just don't want people to be looking at what they shouldn't. Your mine." He growled securing an arm around my waist. Usually I would have retreated further into his side, but this time a level of irritation rose inside me. I was frustrated at his constant claim over me, yet he had managed to prolong the conversation I began yesterday. I 'was his', but I was very unsure about what that entailed.

"Im not an item you, can't just posses me Zayn. It's not like I bicker every time a girl shamelessly runs her lustful eyes up and down you." I scoffed prying his arm away. I turned to leave but the door was swiftly shut, trapping both of us in.

"What's wrong with you!?" His voice thick with anger.

"What's wrong with me? You constantly control the situation keeping me in the dark. How do I know if this means anything to you? I'm not allowed to talk with boys, but you could be out fucking whoever you like for all I know!" I shouted.

Zayn's eyes grew a scary shade of black, a look I knew all to well. It was was the same shade of black he showed moments before powerfully beating Charley. The horrible memory still fresh in my mind.

His breathing was erratic fist clenched tight trying to control his anger. The loud bang of his knuckles hitting the thick wood had me cowering away, frightened of his current state.

He must have noticed my fear, because he quickly attempted to calm down. The attempt didn't go unnoticed by me, but I refrained from reaching out to calm him myself, still weary of his temper.

"Juliet, come here." He softly spoke. I cautiously stepped forward, nearing him in the already tight confines.

"It's only you." He whispered erupting a wave of butterflies to swarm my stomach. I couldn't decide if they were from fear or excitement, possibly both.

"Swear it?" I asked wrapping my arms around his waist. My eyes curiously peered up at him waiting for an answer.

"Swear it." His deep voice assured holding me tight.

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We arrived at the unfamiliar neighborhood, the buildings much more edgy than my typical suburb. It reminded me of my bedroom, currently the only part of my house that was covered in random colors and pictures.When we walked into the event, tons of people wandered around stopping to watch the short films being projected at specifically placed booths. Zayn's arm hung around my shoulders, never letting me stray to far.

"Zayn!" Another male who towered over me, walked up to us. His hair was in shaggy purple locks. A Rolling Stones t shirt adorning his long torso that matched with his classic black converse. He was handsome, despite the unique choice of hair color.

"Hey mate." They did a 'manly handshake', offering friendly pats on the back. "Scott this is Juliet, Juliet meet my friend Scott."

I grabbed the hand offered to me shaking it politely.