Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 11

I groaned in frustration as I observed each garment of clothing thrown within the small confined area of my wardrobe, what the hell am I going to wear, surely anything I wear Zayn will have a sly comment stating how much I resemble a homeless hobo on the side of the path or how I resemble his 89 year old grandmother, I really don’t care anymore, during the past week it’s something that I have been accustomed to, this would then result into me sparking back a sarcastic remark as such then the situation would resolve into either me or him storming out of the room usually ending the rampage with the loud crack of a slamming door-

Then the words came through me Guys like him only want one thing, his loss-

My breath quickened and I felt my stomach clench at the thought of him when he spoke those words, how his syrupy hazel eyes held such care, concern and then resentment and disgusted

 I groaned again pressing my fingers up to my fore head wincing at the thought, get it out of your head Tori, he doesn’t mean it, its Zayn Malik for gods sake, Zayn doesn’t do caring, or kind or anything in such relation, he hates you and you hate him and that’s the way it is.

Settling for a pair of flats, levi jeans and a white Peplum Top I quickly ran my fingers through my unkept hair wincing at sharp stings while jerking at the tassels unraveling each knot, sighing I quickly tied it up into a bun missing loose strands causing them to fall helplessly down the sides of my face-

“Tori!”

With complete frustration I pulled the white door handle and made my way through the sleek corridor and down the marbled stairs only to be followed by the light tapping of my shoes softly echoing behind me

I came to a holt as I heard low noises of what seemed to be deep laughter erupting behind the confines of the beige walls, following in pursuit I walk through the foyer into the living room when the noise became distinct and no longer muffled

As I walk into the room, my eyes were then cast towards a tall slender figure perched on the black leather sofa with his back faced towards me, I then took the time to observe as he was holding a clear crystal glass between his fingers filled with a clear water like liquid tilting back and forth in the glass as he spoke

His voice was deep and reassembly similar sounding to Zayn’s, his hair was also jet black and sat in the same style as Zayn’s do, short on the sides and longer at the top, however instead of curling upwards into a quiff, it meekly sat flat on top of his head falling down slightly brushing to the side of his forehead-

A deep familiar voice came out from the kitchen-

“I don’t know whats taking her so long”

The mystery boy on the couch cocked his head towards the bench-

“So what, do you just pretend to date her or something?-

They’re talking about me. Stepping back abit towards the door I clutched the frame allowing me to hold some balance and being as quiet as possible-

“I told you if you keep on screwing every girl in London its going-

Zayn step around the corner holding an identical glass in his hand, as soon as he looked up his soft gaze suddenly found mine, his eyes open slightly and then let out a deep grunt clearing his throat, following his gaze his friend turned his head to glance back at what he was looking at, realizing, he swiftly stood up from the couch

Letting go of the frame I cleared my voice offering a faint smile to him then made my way towards the two

“Finally, I thought I was going to have to carry you down here myself”

A soft sigh exited from his friends mouth as he began to make his way past Zayn towards me, with a smile on his lips reaching upto his dark eyes he extended his arm out towards me as a welcoming gesture-

“Hey I’m Anthony, Zayn’s best friend”

As he walked closer towards me I realized how tall he was, he was dressed in a crisp white graphic top and smooth baggy blue jeans, talking his hand I returned his gesture

“Hey Anthony, I’m Tor-

“I know” he interrupted with a wink “-”Zayns told me a lot about you, oh and please, call me Ant”

I glance past his shoulder to see Zayn scoff and roll his eyes obviously listening to our introduction, pushing past the both of us he made his way out to the foyer

“Hurry the fuck up, we don’t have all night”

Ant rolled his eyes then look down towards me with a soft smile-

“don’t take him personally, he’s just abit moody that I came early, he didn’t have enough time it iron his shirt”

I looked up quirking an eyebrow up somewhat surprised-

“Zayn irons his shirts?” trying to supress my laughter from the image of Zayn with a steaming iron in his right hand prioring out every cress and craves moulding it to perfection, wow I’m the female here shouldn’t I be the high maintenance one?

“Not just shirts” he paused “but pants, socks and underwear too”

Oh wow I looked up no longer holding that sombre look, we both grinned back at one another, he then placed his hand softly on my shoulder closest to him and led me out through the foyer and out the front door to where Zayn sat in the running car impatiently with the same trade mark scowl plastered across his smug face

Carrying our little inside joke we both swiftly entered the car, Ant insisted I take the front seat however I oped out taking the usual seat that the back, clasping in the seat belt, Ant turned back towards me with a slight smirk on his face

“Told ya, not a cress in sight”

My face flushed as I automatically knew what he was talking about, escaping a small giggle from my mouth, I then looked up towards the review mirror to see Zayn’s eyes staring murderously into mine Jesus what’s his problem now

It was a refreshing feeling to have someone treating me normally, something warmed me towards Ant sort of in a big brother way, as I peered out towards the window I couldn’t help but to think maybe this night won’t be as bad as I pictured.