∞One Direction Preferences∞

Preference #3: He Hits You - Zayn

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Zayn seemed to be annoyed with you all day, but you had no idea why. You didn't do anything wrong as far as you knew of.

You currently were out at dinner with Zayn and you tried to hold his hand but he jerked away, glaring at you. You sighed and turned to the waiter who had just walked up, "Hello, my names Chris and I will be your server tonight." He smiled at you both and you smiled back, being polite, "Hello."

"What can I get to drink for you sir?" He said turning to Zayn, writing down his order. "And for you miss?" "I'll just have a water, please." "Ok, I'll be right back with those and to take your orders." You smiled and thanked him as he walked off. Zayn shot you a dirty look and you furrowed your eyebrows, "What?" He shook his head so you shrugged it off.

The waiter came back and took your orders, also slipping in a compliment to you, which you thanked him for while blushing. "No problem, love." He gave you both your meals and you ate in silence. The silence wasn't peaceful or comfortable, though. It was awkward and filled with the negative energy coming from Zayn. You could feel his anger and knew he was about to burst so you both quickly finished your dinner and paid before leaving.

When you both got home, Zayn exploded. "YOU SLUT!" He shouted at you. You kept your distance as rage rose in his eyes. "What?" You said doing your best to stay calm. "YOU HEARD ME! YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH THAT WAITER THE WHOLE TIME WE WERE AT DINNER! RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE!"

"Excuse me?" You were confused now, "Zayn why would I do that?" "BECAUSE YOU'RE A WHORE!" He said and you raised an eyebrow, suddenly not feeling so scared anymore. "Ohhh," you said, "I get it, you get to call me a whore and a slut because you're jealous, right?" You laughed at how childish he was being about this, "Stop being an asshole and just know that I love you, alright."

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME? AND, NO, OBVIOUSLY YOU DON'T LOVE ME IF YOU'RE TRYING TO FLIRT WITH OTHER GUYS!" He was still yelling and you were getting tired of it, "ZAYN! I WASN'T flirting!" "SUUURRREEE! DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID?" "WE'LL IF YOU THINK I WAS FLIRTING, THEN, YES, I DO THINK YOU'RE STUPID."

He was in your face by now, breathing heavy and face red with anguish. "WELL YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK ABOUT YOU? I THINK YOU DON'T DESERVE ME!" "ME? DESERVE YOU?" You repeated, shocked, "NO, ZAYN. YOU DON'T DESERVE ME. I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU! I COOK, I CLEAN, I-" You were cut off by a stinging sensation in your right cheek.

Zayn had just backhanded you.

You didn't move. You were in pure shock. Zayn hit you. He HIT you.

Zayn just walked upstairs without an apology or anything. He just, well, left.

You crumpled to the ground and held your cheek in pain. You started sobbing loudly, wondering if he even loved you anymore.

Soon, you fell asleep, wrapped up in a ball and tear stains on your cheeks. You didn't sleep for long, though, as someone barged through the door early in the morning. "Hello!" They called through the hallway. You scrambled to get up and rushed to the kitchen.

You pretended to be getting out the eggs and cooking breakfast for yourself and Zayn, when Niall and Louis walked in. "Hello." You greeted quietly, hiding your cheek with your hair and not making eye contact.

"Hello (Y/N)! Where's Zayn?" Niall asked, you shuddering at the name. "Um, he's upstairs, uh, sleeping." You replied while turning on the stove and getting out a pan. You placed the pan on the stove and cracked an egg.

"Why are you still in your day clothes?" Louis asked, looking at you funny. "Oh, I was just too tired to change last night." You faked a smile before going back to cooking. You could tell he didn't believe you but he dropped it anyways, "Okayy..."

"So, did you guys need something?" You ask politely. "Nope, just wanted to hangout with you guys." Louis smiled and Niall nodded. "Yup!" He said popping the 'p'. He watched you cook, eagerly, waiting for you to be done.

Niall and Louis helped you cook a little, having a bit of small talk here and there. You finished making the big breakfast and set out a plate for Niall and Louis. "You're not going to eat?" Niall asked. "Nah, not really hungry." You replied. You excused yourself, saying you were going to the washroom.

You shut the door quietly and moved your hair out of your face, and into a ponytail. You gasped and tears filled your eyes at the sight of the purple bruise that had formed in a shape that looked like a half of a hand. You cried quietly for a little bit, until there was a knock on the door, "(Y/N)? Love, are you ok? You sound like you're crying?" Niall asked and you hastily wiped your tears. "Y-yes! I'm fine!" You replied, grabbing your makeup and applying concealer to the bruise. It wasn't gone completely but over half of it was.

You put down your hair and opened the door. "I'm f-fine." You hiccuped. They gathered you in a hug, "That's bullshit." Louis whispered to you, "What happened?" Louis asked softly. Tears escaped your eyes and Niall swiped his thumb across your cheek to wipe them away, making you wince as it ran over your bruise.

You could feel them freeze. Niall wiped your cheek again, smudging off your concealer. "Who did that?" He demanded, but in a soft, caring manner. "No-no one." You said biting your lip, looking anywhere but their eyes. "(Y/N)," Louis said lifting your chin, "Who?" He asked. You sighed, "Zayn.."

They quickly grew angry, "What?" Niall spat. "B-but it was my fault!" You said quickly, "I totally deserved it an-" "Don't you dare defend him." Louis said before him and Niall stomped up the stairs. You chased after them. "Wait! Stop! He didn't mean it!" You tried to convince them but they didn't believe any of it. You didn't even believe it yourself!

They threw open the door to your shared bedroom to find Zayn asleep on the bed. "GET UP YOU ARSE!" Niall yelled at him, ripping the covers away from his body. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Wha-" He was cut off by Louis, "I can't believe you would do this to her." He growled at Zayn. "Do what to wh-" He stopped when he saw your face and the mark he had left.

"Shit, no, no, no, no, I- (Y/N)- no, no, no," Zayn chanted. Tears filled his eyes. You had never seen Zayn cry before. Ever. And it broke your heart. You know he didn't mean it now and you know he really does love you, more than anything, and you love him just as much, and you could never let him go.

"Now, we both know you didn't mean this," Niall growled and Zayn started furiously nodding his head, letting a few tears slip, "So you're going to apologize." Louis finished for him, gritting his teeth. They shut the door and waited angrily on the other side of it. "(Y/N), I-" Zayn started, only to have you cut him off, "I know." You ran into his arms and you both cried and told each other how much you loved them. "I'll never, ever, ever, EVER, do that again." Zayn promised and you pecked his lips, before burying your head into his chest.