Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 14

His crease in between his brow was far more prominent, his mouth was set in a firm scowl and his eyes, oh his eye looked as if they were dewing up a storm as they viscously searched mine

As we looked at one another from opposite sides of the dance floor I felt my chest clench and my breathing hitch- Zayn watching us all this time- I Didn’t know what to do, I tried to turn away but I couldn’t, Zayn’s eyes were viscously locked on mine- I searched his face and notice he was standing straight on faced towards me, he wasn’t subtlety glancing up now and again nor was he ignoring my existence- No he was locked onto me and he wasn’t turning away soon- he stood motionless as bodies around him rocked to the now muffled beats of the music- after what felt like hours I pride my eyes away from his viscous gaze and turned back around to face the counter

Aaron’s back was faced to Zayn so there was no way he would of seen the deathly stare I was getting from the Asshole himself- trying to regain my presence I brought my hand tensely up to the glass perched on the counter-

“Tori, are you alright?”- he brought his hand wearily up and placed it gently on my shoulder

 I glanced up, I wanted to say I was fine, that I just was enjoying the music, but I was far from that, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, his dark mysterious eyes- “Zayn, he’s a good person you know”- yeah right I thought to myself, he’s a rude, disrespectful, rich, uptight Asshole- and as I thought this to myself, I could still feel that tang of two eyes piercing in my back- he’s still watching-

Shit Tori answer him- “Yeah- I- I’m fine, I think I need to go to the bathroom”- as soon as I said that I got up off the leather stool and somewhat muttering a I’ll be back or something similar to that affect-

making my way through the tight crowds of people I found myself with in a dark corridor door stumbling up to the black rest room push door- leaning all my body on it I found myself in a brightly lit area with a large mirror stretching from one corner to the other occupied by six tall gorgeous model like girls all primping their blushers and glossy lip sticks while re adjusting their short tight dresses and pulling it back down so it sits just beneath their butts-

As I walked through I took a quick glace in the mirror between brunette one and brunette two- my cheeks were flushed standing in contrast with my now very pale face- my messy bun was barely tied up, more so it was just hanging loosely draped down the back of my head- I looked nothing short of a hobo- nice

I walked into the sleek stain less steel stools and to be honest I was impressed, I mean club bathrooms wasn’t normally my go too hang out stop but I guess since this is an exclusive nightclub I shouldn’t be too surprised of its serene condition-

As I sat on the closed toilet steering at the “safe sex” and “rap it before you tap it” posters advertising every possible sexual transmitted disease plastered on the steel door- I finally regain my composer, bringing my hands up to my face, I gently rubbed my temple then gathered every loose hair and knotted it back into a somewhat tangled ponytail, I then got up out from the stall and pushed the door open emerging into the same black corridor door I was in prior moments before-

The sound of the thudding techno became less muffled and the strong stroke lights near blurred my vision as they flickered at the end of the short hallway- just as I became closer re migrating in with the rest of the population a dark tall figure came into my vision and blocked me off-

“What the f-“ his face came into view, his fists were clench tightly together, his spicy cologne stung my nostrils, his grim mouth set in a ridged scowl and his deep brown eyes were locked onto mine-

“What the fuck do you think you were doing?”- letting my eyes adjust I just stood there dumbfounded

“Hi- Z-Zayn” I looked down tracing the tops of his shoes

“Don’t fucking Hi Zayn me”- he stepped closer

“Tori fucking answer my question” his voice was low and undeniably threatening

“I met a friend”- a flush of unknown guilt washed over me- god why do I feel like a small child

A bitter laugh erupted out of his mouth- “Yeah I saw that- and half of the fucking club saw that too”

My eyes darted up towards his “What do you mean”

“You know what I fucking mean”- he took an even larger step close to me, so close that the material on his top was lightly brushing against my exposed flesh of my arm- my stomach clenched but I chose to ignore it

“We were only having a drink, Jesus Christ if you didn’t want me to wonder off then you could of at least talked to me let alone get me a drink- but no, you just fucked off”- I intently watched as his eyes widen taken aback from my sudden outburst-

“So what, do you know him?” he learnt down towards me, so close that I could smell the deep tang of alcohol on his tongue- he’s drunk

And with that he learnt down to my ear, so close that his hot breath tickled my earlobe sending shock waves right down to my spine erupting goose bumps all over my neck- then the next word shook my inner core left his mouth in complete whisper-

“Mine”

“W-what?” I looked up into his smouldered gaze, he was so close that with one slight tilt of my head forward will cause our lips to collide- I felt sick I need to get out

His eyes for a spilt second fell onto my lips and my breathing hitched- a wash of realisation flushed over his face and within the next split second he suddenly stood up right and was no longer a hairs widths apart from me, a deep ting of disappointment flooded through me as I could no longer smell his sent of stale cigarettes, vodka and the spicy hit of his cologne- however his gaze was still locked on mine

“We’re fucking leaving” his voice was much more louder than moments prior, his eyes steered murderously at me with nothing but the sight of disgust over come on his handsome features

He turned to leave but a sudden courage overcame me- “No”

As soon as I nearly yelled that word he turned to face straight on at me and his eyes scoldered down at mine

Bending my head down towards the floor I whispered- “can I at least say good bye?” my eyes then found their way back to his

Zayn then let out a disgruntled laugh from the dept of his throat-

“I don’t fucking think so” -and with that he reached down for my hand and jerked it pulling me abruptly out into the mass of people, weaving in and out almost how Ant did as we arrived, however Zayn’s grip was more empowering and demanding turning his head back glancing down at me every so often-

“Where are we going?” I glanced nervously behind me towards the bar to where Aaron and I sat, instead of seeing him I saw two empty stools and two half drunken glasses- he was gone

I didn’t know what to feel, should I feel sorry for Aaron because he probably thinks I ditch him leaving him to sit at the bar by himself or should I be pissed off at Zayn for making me leave because he was the only one not having a good time- hmm how about both

And with that I yanked my hand out of his tight, over bearing grip-

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”- He seethed

“You’re right in front of me; you don’t need to fucking hold my hand like a little girl”

“Well if you stop fucking acting like one, then i’ll stop treating you like one”

“I’ll stop acting like one when you stop acting like a complete asshole!”

Luckily only Zayn and I could hear the bicker argument that was taking place and everyone else was totally oblivious-

“Fine”- he spat- and with that he abruptly turned and walked away pushing his way through the crowds, I couldn’t keep up and soon enough he was out of my vision devoured by the mass of people.