Wicked Lust

Chapter 25

I made a fist and barged in, shoving him off and slapping her across the face. Zayn was quick to get dressed and stop me.

"You pathetic whore!" I yelled at her, pushing Zayn away.

"You're in no position to call her a whore." Zayn bitterly blurted, laughing coldly.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Zayn?"

"You know damn well what it means. Don't play dumb, Serenity."

"I'm not playing dumb! The only man I've been with this entire time is you!"

"Oh yeah!? What about that french guy you were with!? How much did he pay you so you could put your dirty mouth on his d-"

"You were stalking me!?" I spat back at him, appalled.

Natalie pulled on her clothes and played with her nails, seeming very relaxed and content with the bickering going on between Zayn and me.

"I just happened to see it, but that's not the point!" Zayn tried being defensive, but clearly it wasn't playing out well on his side.

"Oh, you just happened to see that while you were stalking me, right!?" I crossed my arms and let a tear stream, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden.

"This isn't a time for you to find a different guy like always! This isn't a little get away trip to goof off, okay!? Keep your panties on if you can!" Zayn replied, walking over to one of the drawers to grab a cigarette.

Another tear streamed down my face, having his words have a constant replay in my mind. It got louder and louder, driving me insane. Natalie giggled at the sight of my breakdown about to happen at any second. Zayn looked up at me from lighting his cigarette, relaxing against the wall. It was becoming difficult to keep a straight face. I began crying like mad, covering my face. I heard Natalie's small giggle, which stung even more. Zayn stood up for the girl who ran out on him, but he gave up and lost trust in the girl who accepted him for him. I wiped my tears and whimpered softly, sniffling and looking at him again. My heart dropped once I saw my name written on his cigarette.

"I hate you so much!" I screamed and ran out to my room, locking it shut.

I slid down the door with my hands shaking as they ran through my hair. The pain was becoming more and more unbearable. It almost felt like a bad dream, but that's what I hoped for the most. This all had to be mind games as I slept and maybe soon Zayn will wake me up to drag me to wherever he wanted to go, but at least I was the only one he looked after. I had my mind set on packing up and running off, but getting lost in an adventurous, foreign city with little money didn't sound like a survival plan.

Zayn had convinced me that he was still in love with Natalie at this point, but why? A pair of fake, perky breasts and a pretty face could only last you so little happiness. Natalie's personality was shit and sooner or later, Zayn is going to realize it. I picked up my bag and packed anything I had taken out in a messy, rushed pace. I sniffled from moment to moment, finally walking out with my bag and broken heart. I called the only person I had and trusted for the most part.

"Hello, Serenity?"

"Nathan..I know this is all of a sudden, but I have no place to stay right now. Could I please stay with you until I can get back on my feet and figure out what I can do?"

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About three days passed and I hadn't seen an eye or a heard a peep from Zayn. Usually my phone would annoy me with ten thousand missed called from Zayn whenever I'd even step out to leave the garbage, but not this time. I sat down outside, staring at the blank screen. I missed him. A small hint of hope lingered through me, waiting and waiting for his name to pop up. I sighed and put the phone down, wondering if he was okay, if he was happy, if he was safe. Getting over somebody like Zayn would take months because of how special and unique he was. Sure, he's had his quality douche bag moments quite a lot, but his childhood explained a lot of it. I saw a bit of happiness in his eyes from moments we were together. I couldn't help but smile to myself remembering the time he got overly jealous of me having a guy friend. It was upsetting losing a friend, but seeing his jealousy meant he cared. That's all that mattered, but he doesn't now.