Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 12

We pulled up outside the club. Project London was what it was called; apparently it’s one of the most exclusive night clubs in the city located on Wells st- west London. I’ve never heard of it before but it sounds like an excuse to sell overly price beverages to tipsy young party goers that wouldn’t know responsibility if it smack them on the face.

As we got out I suddenly became overcome with the sense anxiety knowing damn well that me and my small scuffed flats would not fit in amongst the 5 inch stilettos and tight skimpy dresses all crowded along the side walk

We walked past the long line of half buzzed people eagerly waiting to be let in. as we approached the start of the queue I heard slight gasps of people as we walked past

“Is that that guy? And is that his girlfriend?” I heard the one girl with a pink “miss 18” sash draped across dainty figure starting at the top of her shoulder going down to her opposite hip- how cute, I remember the first time I went clubbing too

“He could do way better”- my glance then flicked up towards miss just turned 15 snickering to her group of pumped up friends- bitch.

I looked up towards Zayn who was completely ignoring the situation, my glance then flickered over to Ant who’s eyes disapprovingly scanned up and down bitchy Barbie’s crew causing them to quickly look away, then his eyes quickly shot to mine giving me a reassuring smile-

We then approached a tall bouncer dressed in a long tight black pants and a matching button up top, his glance locked on Zayn’s who nodded, in return the bouncer then open the barrier to the entrance before raising our wrists and crookedly smudging an inky red stamp in the middle of each of our hands-

As soon as we entered the club we were suddenly immersed by the tangy sent of alcohol and the thudding beats erupting from the speakers, I glanced around, the inside wasn’t as big as others, but in the middle was a large dance floor where there were flocks of sweaty overly excited people dry humping in sync to the beat, then around that sat plenty of leather booth couched seating’s-

I looked around the area then spotted the one place I wanted to be right now- the bar, as I went to make my way I felt a loose grip around my wrist

“Hey where you going? V.I.P is this way” Ants voice was muffled by the constant techno surrounding us

“Oh, I was just going to get a drink” I leant up closer opting to go on my tippy toes

“It’s fine, they serve us in V.I.P”

I then gave in not wanting to have to stand here explaining the real reason I tried to veer off from the two, let alone Zayn.

As we walked through the masses of people Zayn turned glancing at the two of us following to his close trail, when his eyes looked back they fell straight on mine, he peered at mine through the red and blue stroke lights, they then moved down to my wrists where Ants hand my firmly placed giving me balance and guidance leading in tight pursuit- I looked down then up to Zayns face who’s was now in a tight firm scowl with his lip twitching upwards glaring straight at me-

I suddenly took my hand out of Ants soft grip and replaced it with my own, as soon as I did that Zayn quickly turned walking swiftly up the shorts steps- he then took a seat on a long leather couch identical to the one down stairs- however this was squared off with rails overlooking the whole vicinity of the overcrowded night club-

I sat on one side of Zayn and Ant sat on the other side allowing Zayn to be in the middle, I didn’t know what to do or were to look making me look like probably one of the most awkward human being possible, I wasn’t even comfortable, my back was ridged not even touching the back of the booth, my legs were pressed so tightly together and my arms were strictly rested on the top of my lap - oh god relax

Then there was Zayn, he was so casually lounged on the couch with his back slouched down, one arm draped around the back of the seat and most defiantly coming in contract with my neck if I even decided to tilt my head back just a little bit, his legs were completely opposite to mine, they were spread far apart and every now again skimming my knee, each time, I saw him pause then look down with the corner of his eye- maybe he was looking at my old scuffed flats

After half an hour worth of awkward knee contact and some near miss shoulder touches from Zayn reaching down for his drink, he finally shuffled and got out from his seat-

“Im going for a smoke, wanna come with?”

“Nah I’m good”- Ant shuffled over taking Zayns current spot

I looked up to find Zayn towering over me with his smouldered glare, he eyed me up wearily then looked over to Ant who just smiled

“Zayn, go for a smoke, I know how angry you get when you don’t have your fix man”

And with that Zayn turned around and make his way down the steps, I then watched him as his pushed and merged past the people cluttered around the dance floor, then I swear to god as soon as he got to the front door his eyes instantly found their way back to mine, we both stared at one another for what felt like hours however within a matter of seconds it was finished and he was gone-

I sat there tapping my foot awkwardly to the beat staring at my frosty glass of iced water and every now and again looking up out into the crowd  seeing whether I could find that similar pair of dark brown eyes steering right back at me, but I never found them  

“So how are you liking London?” Ant’s voice comes into range breaking me from my mindless search

“It’s good” I looked up and smiled

“Hey I see the way Zayn treats you” he paused while looking down at me giving me a sympathetic smile

“Yeah” I reached forward for my cup trying to avoid his eye contact

“Zayn, he’s a good person, you know”- I looked up towards him surprised by his comment

“Tori, I know he seems like an Ass hole- I think that’s the term he used to describe your observation of himself, but when you get to know him better you realise what I’m saying”-

With no clue of what the fuck he was trying to say I looked him in the eye and smiled

“Thanks Ant, I’ll keep that in mind”-

“And all those meaningless arguments, don’t let them affect the way you see him as a person, he’s- I guess he’s complicated”

 Wait what? “He told you about those?”-

“Tori, I’m his best friend, there is literally nothing he can keep from me”- I looked up to see Ant’s face with a kind understanding smile, all though I have no idea what to say or why he was saying this to me I took his wrist and gave it a tight squeeze

“Thanks Ant”

What the hell, I wonder what Zayn says about me,- I let my mine wonder into many other different possibilities of what goes on in Zayn “complicated” mind, I don’t understand him, he hates me, he always have and he always will, however, he got so pissed off with the cup incident and also the way he acted when I told him about my ex, I might of just met Ant but he knows Zayn inside out and one thing was for sure, Zayn was probably one of the most complicated human beings I have  ever met-