Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 6 (part 2)

I brought my hand up to my throbbing head then rubbed my temple, my back ached and I still can’t get over what the asshole said to me, this has been seriously one shit day, with 15 minutes till leaving I really couldn’t be fucked dressing up let alone having to make a conversation with him.

After sitting for 5 minutes and contemplating whether I should grab all my bags sprint down stairs kick Zayn in the nuts then gap it back home before the cops get me.. but as much as that sounded like an amazing idea I came to my senses and got up off the floor which had scattered bits of random of clothes everywhere.

Lunging my now half empty suit case up onto the bed and started to pull out different clothes to wear, searching through my belongings all that came into view were faded jeans, washed out hoodies, one large coat, and a black blazer, ditching that bag I graded another one and perched it on the other side of the bed, taking that bag I opened it pulling out tops, singlet’s, socks and under wear

‘fuck’  I said to myself as I looked up to the black and red trimmed clock that sits melted above the bed- 10 fucking minutes.

What the fuck am I going to wear, I don’t own ant going out dresses, I honestly hate dresses, I’m not the type of girl that goes around caked faced, pants so tight that they could hardly sit let alone breath and tops so low that you could almost see china, no that’s not me I’m the chuck on a hoodie and loose jeans type, I never wear makeup and Jesus don’t get me started on my hair. I just like things natural, or what Zayn would say ‘ you look like a fucking hobo’

Searching through my bags one more time I decided to go with a beige button up blouse, my black blazer, some navy blue skinny jeans with a pair of modest heels nothing too sluty, it was just appropriate , as for my hair I decided to let down giving it a brush or two to get the odd knot out, oh and forget about make up instead I quickly washed my face with a cloth, cream and a hint of chap stick before running out of the room down the stairs trying not to fall on my face-

‘Are you seriously wearing that?’

As soon as I heard those words I felt my body tense up and it all of a sudden became uncomfortable, I turned around to find Zayn standing in the lobby dressed in a tight white polo top, bark dress pants baggy in all the right areas, and a fucking black blazer, yet it looked so much more cooler on him.

‘I told you to wear a dress’ he said as he looked at me up and look then meeting contact with my eyes,

‘I- I don’t have one’ I said trying to avoid his stern eye contact as he was studying my face

‘Jesus Christ, I also told you to wear fucking make up’- ‘ you look exactly the same as me, take off your blazer, or whatever the fuck you call that’ he said then gesturing to my top

I looked up at him hard,

‘ No, It’s cold outside, I freeze to death’

‘Take it off!’ his jaws clenched and I could see his fists getting tighter

‘ And what if I don’t?’ I said taking a step forward closer to him almost challenging him

‘fine see if I care, you’re just going to have to fucking walk then’ he said as he barged his way passed me knocking my shoulder and making an exit for the door

Are you serious, I turned around and watched him as he walked out the front door slamming it behind him, god he is so fucking difficult, I swear to god every time he doesn’t get his way he always pulls a fucking tantrum. I paused for a moment then heard the car’s engine start up, ripping the blazer off and chucking it on the stairs I ran out the front door, as soon as he saw me a cocky smirk played on his lips as if he knew that I was going to give in.

I walked up to the back door when all of a sudden a loud beep of a horn echoed through the drive way, I looked through the window to find Zayn ushering at me to sit in the front, I quietly got in the car escaping from the bitterly cold London air that brushed against my now exposed skin thanks to fuck witt, as soon as I closed the door we were off not even waiting for me to put my seat belt we pulled out of the driveway and made our way to the restaurant.

This is awkward, he made me feel so uncomfortable that I couldn’t even look at him, all I can do is cross my arms over themselves and stare out the window seeing nothing but lights and the dark night sky

As I was thinking a loud grunt or whatever it is when someone clears their throat to get the other person’s attention interrupted my thoughts.

Instead of giving him my attention I decided to keep pairing out the window knowing that it would only end in an argument and slamming doors

I heard a light sigh and looked over to see Zayn in his same uptight position yet he looked abit calmer, not wanting him to notice me steering at him I looked away and regained my focus on the window, without even changing my position

‘you can turn the heaters on if you want’

I turned my head to see Zayn focused on the road however he then moved his hand playing with the nobs turning on the air conditioning

Did he actually do that, I know it’s not much but he just thought of me for once unless he was cold too

‘ah, thanks’ I said as I looked back towards the window

Half an hour later we finally arrived at the restaurant it was very cute and really up class, we pulled up right outside the place and like usual Zayn stormed out of the car without a word then chucked the keys to the bell-air man dressed in his white button up, black dress pants and red vest with gold trims

 I got out of the car and overheard Zayn say to the man

‘scratch my car, I’ll sue you got it’

I looked up at Zayn then gave an apologetic look and slightly mouthed out I’m sorry to the man who gave me a kind smile back.

Zayn then walked up beside me and for a moment he had a look of hesitation on is face before he roughly took my hand to lead me towards the entrance of the restaurant

Caught off guard I slightly flinched and twitched my hand away from his, as soon as I did that he looked down at me as if he was threatening me, he then leaned down to my ear and whispered

‘people are watching so take my hand and act as if your my girlfriend, that is what you’re getting paid for right?’ his hot breath slightly tickled my skin as he spoke

 I then looked up at him and with the most fakest smile I could muster up I grabbed his hand and we both walked into the restaurant it felt ….weird

 As we walked into the restaurant there was a young waitress standing at the desk, her makeup was light yet she went abit over board on the eyeliner almost bordering tramp, but not quite, however as soon as she saw Zayn a her face lit up into an almost flirty smile but as her delicate eyes laid on me her petite face slowly curved into a  ‘ew who the fuck are you bitch’ frown, I could tell this is going to be a fun night..