Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 9

He just stood there, leant up against the car with another cigarette pressed in the grasp of his lips and his arms crossed over his chest; he was looking off down the crowed street with a frown tugging down at his brow creasing his forehead, he hasn’t seen me yet. Thank god.

I didn’t realize I’m just standing in the middle of the wide foot path with people weaving in and out around me. I just about turned back around and walk straight back in the safety of Starbucks, but I figured I’m going to have to face that asshole sometime.

With quick fast strides I walk across the road and towards the parked car where Zayn was casually leant up against, as I approached his gaze swiftly turned to me, I watched as his eyes flickered up meeting mine, his eyes were heavy and his gaze was stern but yet it was softer than the last time I had seen him.

I walk up to the car and dug my left hand into the pocket of my worn jeans, reaching for the set of keys I pulled them out and pushed them forward towards Zayn chest-

“Here, I’ll walk home” I said with a hard tone avoiding his deep brown eyes by looking at the row of freshly sleek small bouquets behind him-

“No, get in the car.”

I looked up somewhat startled by the fact that he even answered, I was expecting and harsh laugh followed by a loud crack of the car door slamming then a low roar of his heap of shit peeling out from the curve-

“I’d rather not”- I watched as his frown line grow more prominent and his brow burrowed into a more of deep and annoyed expression

“Just get in the car and stop trying to make a scene” his voice was now cold and I felt as his patience with me was rapidly decreasing

“Well I can’t get in if you’re in my way.” I flicked my eyes up at him and shot him a foul and hateful glare, he then mumbles something but with the loud washes of car horns and chattering by standers I didn’t quite seem to catch it, I watched him as he walk around the front of the car to the driver’s door

Still watching him he then looked up

“well are you going to get in?” he jolted his head forward and gestured to the passenger’s seat  

I sung the door open trying not to spill my drink as I got in, with the cold cup still in the grasp of my hand I sat down on the cool leather seat and closed the door behind me

It was then quiet

Zayn hadn’t even started the car yet and I felt too confined in this small space crammed in next to one another

“Well are we going?” I looked over to where he sat with a questionable glance on my face

“Are you always such a bitch?” His eyes shot to mine with a harsh scowl plastered across his face

“Excuse me? Your calling me the bitch?” I spat with an equal glare as we both stared, how dare he say that, he was the one that’s being an asshole to me since the day he walked into that fucking office and he’s calling me the bitch?

The air was tight and I felt my face flush up with anger, the worst thing was that it was silent, there was no noise apart from the muffled sound of traffic coming from outside, he was so close that with one hand I could reach out and slap him right across his cocky, smart arse, big headed, self-consumed face-

“I came here to apologise for what I fucking said, but your just being a fuckin-

His words stopped, I looked up to his face to see what he was all of a sudden so distracted about, my eyes then followed down to where his glaze was swiftly taken by-

“What the fuck is that?” he cocked his head down towards what sat in the grip of my fingers, his face was somewhat shocked

“ah… It’s a caramel frapp…” I was so confused to what the fuck he was all of a sudden taken away by, it’s a drink haven’t you had one before?

“Not that you fucking smart arse! What’s that shit written on it?”

My eyes shot down towards the cup that I clenched so hard, turning it around I then found the vivid words “Pretty girls shouldn’t frown” written in small printing which was cast slightly on a lean

From that moment I then felt my cheeks flush up which obviously casted a red tint to my cheeks from Zayn’s next reaction

“Who the fuck wrote that? He your fucking boyfriend?” his voice was much harsher then before giving me his cold and deathly scowl

“No… I-I just met him” I said as I looked down trying to avoid his deep brown eyes, I don’t even know why he was so pissed, I mean why the fuck should he care

“What, so was this your plan? Piss me off then walking out and ditching me to find your fucking boyfriend?”

His whole body was now jerk towards me with one hand tightly griping the steering wheel and his torso slightly leaning over the middle compartment, his eyes were hungry for my eye contact

“Then you fucking took off in my car, my fucking Porsche?”

“I had to fucking track my car by its GPS and walk here to find your fucking arse”

“Not all boys are arseholes like you Zayn” I said as I cocked my eyebrow up at him saying with a calm tone within my voice

“He saw that I was pissed and he decided to make convocation, he was only being nice”

“Oh please don’t give me that bull shit, he doesn’t want to make a convocation, he just wanted to see how easy you are to get into your pants, are you that fucking stupid?”

I felt my eyes narrow as my jaw clenched shut

“That’s right” he said as his gave a cold smirk while slightly nodding his head

 “By the way, since you decided to ditch our little date we are going out to the club tonight with some of my friends- I would tell you to invite your new found fuck buddy but I remembered, you’re supposed to be dating me”

His body then abruptly shifted facing the staring wheel still holding the same dark scowl on his face, he then started up the car and with no hesitation he pulled out from the curve and made our way back filled with nothing but the echoing sound of silence.