We're both on Cloud Nine- Zayn Malik Fan Fic

7: Forgiveness

~Rydell's POV~

I swung my bag over my shoulder again as it began to fall. I heard the gravel under my shoes as I kept walking in the midnight cool air. It has been about a month since I relocated to London and during this month I have been going to regular therapy sessions with Dr. Shultz. I was forced to move in with Zayn into the flat he had in London.

I was getting back from working as a bartender at one of the best clubs in London. It's not the best job but it's not the worst either. I get paid ten pounds an hour and I keep all the tips.

I wrapped my arms around myself instantly regretting not bringing a coat with me.

Stupid weather.

I heard a screeching noise and saw headlights immediately approaching me.

Must be a stupid drunk.

I looked down when I heard the car pull up next to me.

"Get in."

Crap. I'm caught. Now Zayn's gonna want to insert a small chip into my neck so he can know where I'm at. At all times.

"Get in Rydell." Zayn snapped bringing me back to reality. I huffed out and climbed into his car.

I peacefully chewed on my spearmint gum until Zayn started to speak.

"Where the fuck were you?"

"Why do you care?" I asked chomping on my gum obnoxiously just to piss him off.

"I don't."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"Just answer my damn question."

"Work." I said bluntly

"Work?"

"Yes work."

"Don't mock me!"

"I'm not!" I laughed

"Where are we going anyways? If you want to kill me just do it and throw me in a lake." I sarcastically said

"As much as I'd love to I think I would be dead right after you because Charlie would hunt me down."

"True..." I agreed

"Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Your stupid gum!"

"What this?" I asked chewing on my gum extra loud and smacking my lips together.

I laughed when his jaw tightened and his fingers clenched the steering wheel.

"Rydell..." he said sternly

I gave in.

"Where are we going?" I whined

"Are you okay?" Zayn laughed

"Why?" I pouted

"Well you're not being a brat to me like you always are and we're actually having a conversation."

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

"What cat got your tongue?" he teased, reminding me of the day I cut my palm with that stupid piece of glass.

I punched him on his chest

"Woah. Ow" he said rubbing his chest.

"Damn. Ah that hurt"

"Stop being a pussy" I said "You didn't answer my question"

"I have to do something"

"At three in the morning?"