Tainted Redemption

Chapter twenty-five

The lamppost's lights flicker through the car, I don't know where he's driving. I'm laying on the backseat, my stomach isn't hurting anymore.

I had to stop him from sending me to a hospital. He only listened to me after I confessed I was having a weird period. He was mad that I hadn't told him, like I knew he would, saying that I shouldn't have gotten outside.

"I don't want to go home yet..." I mumbled, he sighed.

"Where then?" he asked back, he's not even gazing at me from the rear view mirror, his face constricted to annoyance.

"Somewhere else." I replied grumpily.

So he drives us to a small shop where he gets us frozen yogurt since I was having a craving for it when I usually don't like frozen yogurt, then to an empty parking lot that was near a cliff, the view was marvelous.

He opens the car for me, not staring my way and then strode to the hood of the car, when I get there too, he hoisted me up on it.

"I have a blanket in the trunk's car... and some sweets." I mumbled softly, touching his arm, brushing his bicep tenderly.

He nods, recoiling from my touch, my lips curved sourly down.

Once he's back, he sits next to me on the hood, our backs resting on the windscreen, putting the blanket on us.

The stars above our head, the view down to the small place seemed calming.

He doesn't hold me close while I curl into the blanket, it lays on his lap, so I pick it up to put it over his chest so he doesn't freeze. We ate the frozen yogurts in silence.

He seemed pensive, not talking to me despite my urging stare that he can sense. I take the little bag with the sweets then.

Filtering through the sweets I fish the Maltesers, opening them, then cuddle to Zayn's side. His head turns to me, he had been staring to the side.

I offer him the little chocolate balls.

"I'm not hungry."

"Zayn." I sadly said, pulling away from him. He's still not letting his grudge go.

When I try to touch his face, he took my wrist and pushed it away, his gaze never on me.

I'm slightly angry too now, but my sadness over powers it and I begin weeping.

When I sniffed and tried to wipe my face, he looked alarmed at me, taking my wrists in his hands, then tugs me to him.

Normally I'd recoil by now but I instantly hug him, my hands covering his waist, one of his arm is around my shoulders, the back of his hand brushed my cheek.

"Is your stomach hurting you again?" he lowly asked, his hand then quickly rubbed on my tummy.

"No... It's just... I ruined the date," I replied with a hiccup, "And you hate me." I whined, pecking his collar bone then inhale his manly scent.

Good God, what on earth is happening to my emotions?

"How come you always think about the worst? I don't hate you." he calmly denied, feeling my arms lovingly to calm me, "You just scared me and didn't explain why you were feeling like that." he explains with his deep, calming voice. He pecked my forehead, his hands now feeling my back, moving up and down my spine.

My eyes have closed while I relish his caress, listening to his heartbeat.

"Were there more places you wanted to go?" he mused, rubbing my scalp tenderly.