Same Mistakes -Zayn Malik-

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We picked out a booth and sat down. He winced a little.




"We really shouldn't have last night. it hasn't seem to 'help' you.." I said looking at the floor blushing.




"Sure did help something get up." He said winking at me.




"Zayn!" I yelled laughing. Him and I laughed then the waitress came. We made our orders then she left. I put my hands on the table.




"You know Zayn you really shouldn't of done that." I said looking him deeply in his eyes.




"No, it was for the best." He said putting his fingers in-between mine.




"You hurt yourself, for gods sake you broke 2 ribs!" I said to him. He sighed.




"I wouldn't do it for just anyone." Zayn smiled sweetly. I smiled without even knowing". I swooped my hair out of my eyes. I saw another waitress coming and let go of his hands. An old lady came and set down our plates.




We set the clean plates to the side. We continued to talk and held his hands across the table. Another waitress cane, this one around my age. I, again, let go of Zayn's hands before she could see us.




"Zaynieee." she said licking her lips.




"Fuck." he whispered.




"Who's this" she said motioning to me. She put on a fake innocent tone. I balled my hands into fists.




"His girlfriend." I said fake smiling.




"A party girl, not really your type Zayn." she said smiling evilly. I didn't say anything. I knew she just wanted my anger.




"Actually she is." he said looking straight into her eyes.




"Who are you?" I asked in a sarcastic tone.




"One if his past sex toys, I see you are the current one." I was about to get up and punch her. I slowed my breathing.




"Ann you don't know sh-" he stopped himself. He didn't want me to be here when he lashed out on someone. Somehow, it was hot when he yelled. His arms would flex, his muscles would show under his tattooed skin.




"We will be leaving now." Zayn said grabbing my hand. I didn't even see him get up. I walked by Ann and she whispered something in Zayn's ear. It was bad, because he slightly pushed her as he dragged me along to outside. It seemed like everyone just hated our relationship.




He slammed the door to the dorm room. He ran his hand through his black hair.




"What does she mean? Who the fuck is she?" I yelled at him.




"A bitch." he said in a harsh voice.




"Tell me something I don't know." I said and leaned against the wall.




"Why are you mad at me? It was a long time ago." he said coming closer to me.




"How long?" I asked in a flat tone.










Zayn's P.O.V




"I don't know but -"




"So when? I you know." She cut me off. Her arms crossed her chest.




"Kiera stop being so damn mad about her!" I said stepping closer. She was making me lose my temper. She should let that go.




"I won't Zayn just tell me!" She yelled moving further away from me.




"Months!" I yelled at her. She uncrossed her arms.




"Sex toy?" she asked quietly.




"No it's not like that." I said. I reached my hand over and touched her shoulder. She moved it so it fell.




"Ouch." I said slightly smiling.




"Fuck you." she said playfully. She looked down at her phone.




"Crap we will be late." she said going to the door. I stuck my hand out.




"I'm sick, you can lay off one day." I said smiling.




"But there's a test in biology.." she said pouting.




"Your such a nerd." I said laughing at her. I lightly kissed her lips.




"Ok now let me go." Kiera said trying to et around me.




"Nope." I said and smiled.




"Zayn." she whinnied. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her infront of me.




"You won't win." I said smiling down at her. She poured again. I shook my head.













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