Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 6 (part 1)

With as many bags I could carry I walked up the marbled staircase and through the large hall way

‘one… two…’ counting each door as I walked through I finally came the third, without trying to trip over and brake my neck, I’m sure Zayn would be devastated, I shuffled a bit trying to keep my balance, I then opened the door to my room for the next year

I looked up bracing myself half expecting a small brick stairwell lit up by a dim flickering light bulb hanging from a low ceiling leading down to a damp, dark, Dungun where I’m assuming he keeps his used strippers and hookers immersed with chains, whips, spiders and other creepy fucked up shit like that

However instead I got the smell of fresh lemon silk sheets which draped over the large super king bed that looked to be devoured in matching silk cushions and European pillows

My eyes then glided over to two large sliding doors which appear to open out my own privet deck? Holey shit, I then walked into my own ensuite which was fully tiled, Jesus Christ, ok Tori get a hold of yourself

Yanking my bags, I stacked them to the side of the wall next to the large wooden draws; I then began to unzip the largest suitcase when I hear loud heavy footsteps echoing through the hallway

Shit it’s him. I quickly began to pull out all my clothes to make it seem as if I had been unpacking all this time and not wondering around the bedroom like I was a five year old kid that just discovered Narnia

Suddenly the foots steps stop when they got to the entrance of the room, thinking that I should stop what I was doing and turn around only for him to through some cocky insults at me

 I decided to stand up take off my jacket and through it onto the bed and with the calmest expression on my face ignore the hell out of him

When I turned around I saw Zayn with the usual sneer plastered across his face leaning against the door way with one hand in the pocket of his jeans and one hand clutching the doorframe

“What the fuck is taking you so long?”

“I sent you up here half an hour ago and this is all you’ve done” gesturing towards the half empty suitcase sitting next to a pile of clothes on the ground.

“well I was just looking around the room to see-

“you’ve been sneaking around the house haven’t you?” his eyes narrowed as he got closer a closer

“you fucking shady bitch-

“um excuse me? What the fuck is your problem” who the fuck does he think he is telling me that I’ve been looking around his house

“you heard me, you probably went into my room and through my draws you pathetic excuse of a fucking girl, I mean look at you, I thought New york was one of the fashion capitals in the world, but you look like you’ve came off a fucking farm, you could at least wear makeup, maybe then you would look half fuckable” his eyes then looked me up and down before letting out a harsh laugh “or not.”

He then turned around walking out of the room before saying

“Just hurry the fuck up I’ll be leaving in 20 minutes if you’re not down then I’m leaving-

And put on a short black dress, heels and wear some god dam makeup, I don’t want people to think I’ve dropped my standards” he said with a slight smirk on his face

I watched him as he walked away out of the room, I feel like shit, all I did was stand there, normally I would give it straight back to him but… He was just telling the truth

I could feel the hot tears well up in my eyes and as soon as he walked out I blinked and allowed them to run down my cheeks, I would never cry in front of him, that’s the lowest I could go.

I hate fucking him

I hate his spicy cologne mixed with that typical sting of cigarette

I hate his six foot build that whenever we stand face to face he would always be the one that feels more dominant

I hate his jet black hair and the way it tilts upward into a quiff

I hate his smooth olive skin

I hate his cocky attitude and how he always has to pick fight

words can seriously not explain how much I fucking hate him, maybe I’ll just sit here and make him go by himself, I’m sure he’s got plenty of fucking blow up bolls he could use because no girl on earth would want to touch an ignorant prick like him.