Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 7

As soon as the car stopped Zayn stormed out before glaring at me then slamming the door behind him. I sighed procrastinating getting out of the car giving him time to disappear into the house.

 Dinner was horrible. If it wasn’t the flashing lights from the pap, it was the bitchy stares of the waitresses. Zayn put on a good show but I could tell he was just barely tolerating my presence. The food was great but the company was shit, the small talk was terse and Zayn’s tone was cold. What made it worse was his obviously staring at every girl who walked past our table.  As soon as we had finished he pull my hand subtly dragging me to the car, I could tell he was pissed by the way he imediently threw my hand away once we reached his Porsche.  When I got inside the safety of the car, I relaxed into the seat trying to block out his obvious repulsion of me. 

“Beep Beep” Anger filled me as I realised what the ass had just done. He had fucking locked the car with me inside. I groaned in frustration and yanked the lock up so I could get out of this stupid overly expensive heap of shit. I threw the door shut behind me, resisting the urge to kick it on my way inside. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin, without my blazer to keep me warm thanks to Asshole. I stormed to the front door, shoving it out of my way. I head towards the stairs to my room but Zayn appears out of nowhere blocking my path. I freeze for a second meeting his cold gaze

“Did you lock my car?” he spat at me.

Sick of his petty games I just roll my eyes and try to push past him. Suddenly I felt his strong warm hand roughly grasp my wrist and spin me around, grabbing my forearms forcing me to look at him, his face inches from mine.

“Are you going to fucking answer me?” he whispered dangerously, causing me to shiver.

I glared up meeting his furious gaze before spitting “Yeah clicked my fingers and it just magically locked”.

His eyes narrowed and he growled at me realising his grip shoving me away as he storms to the lounge.

“You ungrateful little bitch” me mumbles loud enough for me to hear.

That was all it took to fully piss me off.

“What the fuck did you just say?!” I yell at his retreating back. He continued walking ignoring me.

“Are you going to fucking answer me?!”

He whirls around, body tensed ready for a fight, but face somewhat shocked by my sudden outburst.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” his eyes narrowed as he clenches his fists.

“This is my house you disrespectful bitch, you’re the one that wanted the money you stupid hoe.” He turns away from continuing to talk “I guess I’m right, All bitches are the same.”

I gasp in frustration sick of this shit I whipped around stumping up the stairs, through the dark hall and into my room slamming the door shut behind me, suddenly exhausted from the days events. I lean heavily against the closed door trying to figure out how Im going to cope with this ass hole, then I remembered my dad telling me to call him when I get there.

I lunge myself up off the carpet floor towards my bag, with two hands i franticly search through it as if I have no time to spare. Pulling out items one by one I finally dug my hand in once more to come across a cold thin rectangle object, grasping that within my hand I pulled it out, pressing the button once the phone lit up revealing 5 missed calls and 3 text messages, I smiled at the background of my phone to find a picture of me when me and well… this guy I once knew when we went to the watch the ball drop in times square in new year’s, I remember that being the best night of my life, I remember it being cold, I was dressed in a black coat, knitted scarf,  my favourite jeans and white sneakers, we ran through the lit up streets bodging people and taxi’s, we ducked in and out of ally ways hand in hand making our way to central, there were people everywhere but as the countdown began they all slowly faded away, we watched as the trademark ball slowly descended down the pole, hand in hand we he pulled me in and closed the space between us-

That was a year ago and things change, so do people, but that doesn’t matter anymore, looking down at the phone I scrolled through my contacts looking for ‘mom’ as soon as I got a glimpse I pressed call-

I held the phone up to my ear waiting for a voice-

“Tori? Babe! How are you? Are you fine, whats it like?”

I smiled into the phone as I heard her voice, it hasn’t been that long since I heard it but I realized I’m not going to see her face in a long time

“Mom, I’m fine, I things are good”

“where are you staying, Is it any good?, what are the people like?”

“Mom stop asking me so much questions I’m fine and the place”- I said while glancing up around the large extravagant room “the place is fine” subtly smirking to myself

“I’m so glade your safe, I’ve been worried sick”

my mouth curled into a smile as I peered down while sitting at the edge of the bed

“I’m fine mum you don’t have to worry about anything”

“ok” she sighed “well have you been for a tour around the uni yet?”

And she spoke those words my heart sank, I didn’t really know what to say

“well not yet classes haven’t started but I’m sure they will soon”

“ok sweetie that’s sounds exciting”, “I’m so proud of you”

I closed my eyes and tried not to confess everything, I’m not going to give in, they need this more then me and its going to help them in the long run

“well darling, I’ll tell dad you say hi and your completely fine, we’ll talk soon”

“ok”-

 “Mom?”

“yeah tori?”

“I love you”

As I told her I knew she was smiling, “I love you too, now be safe and stay away from those tall handsome British boys yeah?”

I laughed into the phone slightly shaking my head then all of a sudden the line went dead, I throw the phone down and lunged back onto the silk and cottoned duvet just staring at the ceiling.

“you forgot to mention self-consumed, arrogant, up tight British boys”

I could feel my eye lids become heavy as I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep, I can’t wait for tomorrow.