Triple Dog Dare *A Zayn Malik Love Story*

Chapter 24

The song for this chapter is I Have Always Loved You by Enrique Iglesias(:

(Caution: Graphic sex scenes. View at your own risk!)

*Camille's POV*

Carter stretched out his hand to grab my arm and pulled me to him, his lips meeting mine in a hurried kiss and I immediately froze. My mind didn't get a single second to comprehend what was happening before I instinctively pulled away. I hated being manhandled and he had captured my forearm in his not-so-gentle touch.

I tugged my arm out of his grip and stared at him, my head still racing a mile a minute. I wanted to punch him. He knew I didn't want to kiss him. He knew I was still in a relationship, but he obviously didn't care. He knew Zayn would kill him if he found out, and what made it even worse was that Zayn was literally a few steps away.

Oh, God.

Zayn.

The front door opened as if on cue and I spun around to see a fuming Zayn practically stomping down the steps to me. He stepped in front of me, his height apparent as I stood close behind him. "Leave!" he yelled angrily at the clearly satisfied Carter standing only inches away from him. I jumped at his elevated voice. Never once had Zayn ever raised his voice in front of me, especially not to this extent. His hand was shaking and I was afraid he was going to attack him. I knew if he went after Carter, there was nothing I would be able to do to stop him.

Carter smiled and walked backwards slowly. "I'll call you when I come up with my answer," he said. We watched as he returned to his car and drove off. Zayn waited until he was completely out of sight before brushing past me and walking inside. He didn't even say anything before he left, he just... left. To be quite honest, I was scared of how he was going to react if I walked inside because I knew it wasn't going to be pretty.

I turned slowly on my heels and stared at the open door. Should I walk in or should I just leave, or... I gulped down my fear and quietly tiptoed up the stairs of his porch. When I stepped inside the flat, I was unsure of what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this.

He was seated on a chair at the kitchen table with his back to me. His back was slightly hunched over and I could see the muscles under his shirt contracting as he held onto his last strand of sanity. I don't know why I was so afraid. I knew he wouldn't hit me or do anything to harm me, but I hated being yelled at and he looked like he could blow up at any second.

Despite my fear at the moment, I hesitantly made my way over to him. His head was bowed and his hands were tightened into fists. I never would have wished for Zayn to witness that. All I wanted at this moment was to sort it all out with him. He was more important than that good-for-nothing, arse of a man and I wanted to make that clear to him.

I knew he could sense my presence because a chill ran through him as the floor creaked with my footstep. I cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder and felt the muscles tense instantly. My touch was always something he seeked for comfort so it was one thing I knew that wouldn't provoke him.

"Zayn." I said softly. His breathing picked up and I grew increasingly nervous. "Zayn, I-" I shook my head. "I'm so sorry," I whispered.

"Don't say you're sorry," he grumbled. His teeth were gritted tight.

"B-but I really am-"

"I know you are!" he shouted angrily and stood up, pushing the chair forcefully back into place. The sound of wood on wood seemed to echo throughout the house.

I closed my eyes, my hand falling from his shoulder as he walked away from me. He began pacing the room, his fists clenching and unclenching desperately trying to keep himself under control. I gulped. I was almost afraid to speak because he looked so frightening.