Lighters & Cigarette // Zayn Malik

CHAPTER: 4

Lighters & Cigarette

Back from my hiatus...........ready to read guys?

Warning: This book contains swearing the amount of water in the sea and you might come across some naughty stuff. some text may seem familiar, No Copyright Intended.

KRYA BENSON

like ice melts into rain, trust can turn to pain.....

his words were all it took for me to melt. his eyes closed as he waited for me to hit him but i didn't, i got off of him.

"where are my clothes?" i ask blankly and he opened his eyes

"i washed them, they're in that basket" he said pointing towards the basket resting beside the couch. i went over it and pulled them out.

without another word I marched to the nearest room and pulled off these uncomfortable clothes and pulled on my own. the shower in the room was running, but I couldn't care less for another one to be here.

I aggressively pulled on my clothes and shoes. yanked open the door only to find his face, as I did.

"get out of my way" I yell in his face and he calmly replies

"I can't let you go"

"what the fuck are you talking about?" I ask confusion dripping from my words

"um......uh.....I...."

"spill it" I warn him.

"I.........um.....I'm........" before he could finish the front door banged open revealing a purple headed girl, ugh. before I could even take a glance at her, I am pushed back into the room.

he did not move an inch, from where he was, he just pushed me back in his hands now hard against the door frame blocking my way.

"hey zayn-ey poo" she yells and I raise an eyebrow at his turned face.

"oh......peri what are you doing here?" he asks

"I brought breakfast." I hear her reply, followed by the sound of plastic bags. his lips form an "O" and he starts rubbing his sweaty hands against his jeans.

"i'll join you in a bit, need to change" he said before rushing inside the room with me.

"isn't that Harry's-" her words left unfinished after the door slammed shut. he hesitates and pulls off his trousers and instantly pulls on new ones and since he doesn't have any self respect, I'm not stupid enough to look away, I'll make this more awkward.

"what are you doing?" he asks "look away"

"you're not listening so neither am I" I state as he takes off his shirt. "and what are you doing? I need to go"

the shower turns off and the door creaks open. I expect another brown eyed Arabian British boy but I'm left gobsmacked as the brown, wet curls pop out the door. he had a towel wrapped around his lower body.

"you?" he says looking up

"you?" I repeat his words

"what are you doing here?" we both chorus, him in a cheeky way, while me in an angry way.

"ugh" i yell in his face as my eyes paced the room "you know what? fuck you" and with that i pull the door wide open, making it slam against the wall and stepped out.

"what did you do?" i heard him say before i march to the front door, throwing a mean look at the purple headed girl on my way out.

I run out in a rush.....not sure where to go, my mind raced all over the situation and that's what I needed to distract my self from and i skipped down the stairs and making a loud sound as i stomp my foot on the last of it.