Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 4

As we walked out of the room my stomach tightened just thinking about the fact I have to live with this arrogant asshole for the next year or so.

I could hear his deafening footsteps as he trailed behind me, at that moment I felt slight hint of unease as I could feel him gazing me up and down.

I stopped and turned around, automatically his gaze locked onto mine, there was something about his eyes, they were just so captivating however they were dark and dangerous. He stopped right in front of me.

“What the fuck is your problem?”, “I know I’m sexy but didn’t your mum tell you not to stare at people?” he stood so close that I could feel the expensive cologne filling my nose with a strong, spicy aroma stinging my nostrils as it glides through

“arh excuse me?” a look of disgust washed over my face as his eyebrows burrowed and his top lip creased upwards into a sneer.

Well at least I found one thing out about him, we both have short tempers. Just.fucking.great.

Our stare off was then broken by a deep voice coming from behind him “wow can’t just feel that sexual tension?”

Zayn whipped his head around giving the most fowl look he could muster up, “fuck up Harry, you know I would never fuck that” he spun his head around and flashed a quick smirk then shoved passed me.

Um what the fuck. I clenched my fists as I tried to hold my anger. Who the fuck does he think he is, I hate him! I fucking despise this asshole. He doesn’t even know me let alone my name and he fucking says that shit when all I did was stop and wait for him to catch up, just thinking that we could maybe have a slight convocation before we have to go public with this bullshit. Now I see why they had to buy a girlfriend for him, because no girl in the right state of mind would ever consider dating him. Within thirty minutes of knowing him and within the first three words I have spoken to him, I have now came to a conclusion       I.Hate.Zayn.Malik.

As I walked out into the privet underground parking lot I spotted Zayn leaning against a black Porche with tinted windows and a paint job reflecting every beam of light that was cast upon it.

In both hands he was tightly grasping his I phone which he looked so consumed by that he didn’t even realize me approaching, then I spotted a lit cigarette firmly pressed between his lips.

Totally oblivious to the fact that I was now standing at the passengers door, he took a long drag in and slowly exhaled causing smoke to fill the thin air around him, as it defused his eyes then set upon me.

“what are you doing?” he quickly asked

“I’m getting into your, and then we are going to your house, that’s what we are doing.” I replied with a stern voice bordering the edge of my patience.

His glace looked at me hard

“get the fuck to the back, I don’t want to be seen with you yet, only until those faggots in there tell me to.”

My eyes widen astonished to the fact that he keeps on treating me like this, wanting to get out of there I then swung the back door open jump into the black with red stitching leather seats and slammed the door behind me causing a loud echo within the underground parking lot.

Zayn then ripped his door open, before flicking his finished cig out onto the concrete, shutting the door behind him; he then turned around and faced me

“Do you fucking mind slamming my door? This car cost more than your life and by the looks of what you are wearing; you wouldn’t be able to even afford repairing any damages now would you?”

My gaze hardened and all I wanted to do was punch this asshole right in the face

“fuck you, who the fuck do you think you are? do you even know my name? you don’t even know me, so who the fuck are you to make arrogant comments like that huh?”

His eyes were hard on mine, he hated me and I hated him

“your names Tori, and the only thing I know is, all girls are the same, there only good for one thing, and since your not hear for that, you are no fucking use to me.”

MOTHER FUCKER!