P.O.V. Callie
I was just about to get out of the class when a tanned young man came in with his hands in the air.
- Callie Lord? I’M LOOKING FOR CALLIE LORD GUYS! He shouted.
- Shit…. Shut up, Calum. No need to shout! I said, laughing.
- Oh, dear God you’re safe! He said, grabbing my face gently.
- Cal, it was just a normal class… what’s up with you?
- Nothing! I just wanted to make you laugh. He said going back to normal.
We walked out of the school, his arm around my shoulder, and walked back to the flat. When I opened the door, Zayn and Harry were at the table, along with Mak and Ashton.
- Better be ready, Zayn. Callie met a boy today at school. Said Calum.
Really…?
- What? Where? Who? Said Zayn, way too jealous.
- I met a boy, George, for your information. I said on a super normal tone.
- Where is he?
- Coming in a couple of minutes.
- Hey! Said a voice behind us.
- You George uh? Said Zayn, eying Georges closely.
- Uh, Yeah! And you must be Zayn, Calli-
- Callie’s boyfriend, yeah. She’s mine.
Wow. The boyfriend is possessive.
- Not anymore, actually… I said, smiling at George.
- What do you mean? Said George with a confused look, along with Zayn.
- Well since he has a new girlfriend, i said, looking at George, I’m not yours anymore. I said turning back to Zayn.
- You’re still all mine, Callie Lord.
His voice sounded angry.
- Maybe you need a little talk, don’t you? Said Zayn through his clenched teeth.
- Of course, come on. I said, faking a smile.
We both walked out of the flat as I leaned on the wall beside the door.
- What’s your problem? Making me look like a fool in front of my lads? He said, clenching his teeth.
- That’s not my goal. I just wanna let you know that I’m not gonna be the girlfriend waiting for his boy for a year. If you’re with Pat, fine. Be with her. But I’ll be long gone.
- Why. Can’t. You. Understand. I have to. It’s not a choice.
- Yeah well it’s a choice to spend all your time with her. And it’s a choice to avoid me while you’re here. And above all, it’s a choice to keep that stuff away from me.
He clenched his fists and raised his arm to position his hand right in front of me. In not time, he punched the wall, inches from my face, and grabbed my wrist with his other hand. He tightened his grip enough to make me feel a huge pain around my wrist.
- Let go, Zayn.
- You’re mine. Never forget that. He said as he left.
I hurried in the flat and stormed in my bedroom. I lied on the bed, massaging my wrist a bit. I looked down at it to see blue marks around it. Zayn could definitely be dangerous. I heard a knock on my door so I looked up to see Luke. Great.
- Hey. He said shyly.
- Hey, buddy.
- I heard… he said, looking at the ground.
- You shouldn’t have… I’m sorry you heard all this.
- It’s okay. You don’t deserve th- he looked down at my wrist as his eyes widened. What happened?
- He lost control, I guess…
- HE LOST CONTROL? He said as he went to leave the room.
- DON’T! I yelled, making him stop. Don’t talk about this to anyone.
- Callie… You can’t deal with that. You clearly don’t deserve things like that…
- Look, I’ll break up with him but just not now… I wanna wait for the best moment to let him know that I can’t be with him anymore.
- I’m here for you, Callie. I promise I’ll always be there.
- Thanks, Luke. I appreciate. Now let’s go back to the kitchen.
We went back to the kitchen and looked at the free places around the table. There was one free spot. Luke grabbed my hand and walked towards the free spot. He sat down and pulled me on his lap. One of his hands was on my waist and the other was gently patting my thigh.
I looked down at Luke who was starring at me. His blue eyes fascinated me. A smile traced his lips as my hand flew to his.
- Are we interrupting anything?
- Uh, Yeah actually. You do. I said, pissed.
- You shouldn’t be that close to my girl, Luke.
- Look, Zayn. Don’t take it that way. Said Luke taking me off of his lap.
- Don’t ever tell me what to do, loser. He said, getting dangerously close to Luke.
As zayn got closer, Luke stepped back to keep his distance. But as you can imagine, Luke quickly hit the wall behind him. Zayn grabbed Luke’s shirt and pulled him toward him. He whispered something barely audible in Luke’s ear. All we could hear was «Don’t…or…kill…understand». Knowing Zayn, he probably said something like «Don’t touch her or I’ll kill you, understand?»
- Ok that’s it. I can’t take it anymore. STOP ZAYN! WHAT’S YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM? I said.
- YOUR ARE THE DAMN PROBLEM, CALLIE.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the door. I quickly shoved him and stepped back behind George, Luke and Ashton. Zayn looked at us and his angry look quickly changed into an angelic one.
- Oh my god, Callie. I’m so sorry… he walked towards me but I stepped back. I shouldn’t have done that. Luke, mate, I’m deeply sorry.
- Leave, Zayn. Just leave the damn flat. I said, jerking my hand towards the door.
- Callie, pl-
- I said leave.
