Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 15

I was starting to get a little light headed knowing my recent drinks was finally starting to take toll-

“Tori!”- I heard a familiar voice and turn to the direction it was coming from- a wash of relief swayed through me as the kind face of Ant came into perspective, his hand came up to my fore arm gently holding me up from falling face first into the crowded dance floor-

“Where have you been, Zayn and I have been looking everywhere for you?” – Zayn was looking for me? Well he found me

“Yeah he found me”-

“Oh- where is he?” His glace unlocked from mine scanning the area around us, seeing whether he could spot the shiny hair quiff amongst the sea of half concussed people.   

“I think he left”-

Concern prominent on his soft features- “Ok- lets go outside, you look like you need some air”

As we exited the club following the same path of Zayn’s swift movement’s prior moments before, a wash of chilling fresh air hit my face- finally

I glanced down the wide side walk to see Zayn learnt elegantly up against a dim shop window, with a cigarette pressed between his full lips- like usual

“Zayn”- Ant called out letting go of my wrist as Zayns eyes fell on us- more so me- his gaze swept over my meek figure then flickering up to Ant

 “Whats wrong, did she get lost?” his icy voice prominent that he was still pissed off from our prior confrontation moments before.

One of his eye brow’s quirked up into a taunting manner while his gaze locked on mine, obviously scoldering me as if I was a small child incapable of caring for herself, I can practically read his mind-‘I told you so’ I narrowed my eyes as we both cautiously stared at one another

“We’re leaving any way”- “Someone was beginning to have too much fun”, his tongue clicked at the roof of his mouth as his eyes swept my limb figure twitching his top lip in disgust-

Ant’s eyes then turned to me scanning my face to answer his question why Zayn was saying that-

“What is he talking about?”- Ants face held a confused expression yet a warm smile played on his lips- I’m not sure if he always constantly smiling or if he’s laughing at Zayn’s  sadistic mood swings

I looked down slightly caressing the crinkles in my jeans knowing that my flushed cheeks gave away the embarrassment I felt-

“I was only having a drink with a friend”- my eyes flew up locking on Zayn’s

“That’s it, it’s not a big deal”- I challenged Zayn’s glare as he walked over to the both of us

“Not a big fucking deal you say?” his voice was cold and stoic

Ant shuffled to my side and at the corner of my eye I saw him place his large hand on Zayn’s tense chest-

“Zayn are you serious? She was just with a friend, Jesus Christ, that was it”- Zayn stepped off abit giving me some room to calm my erratic breathing- at least he listens to someone.

“Yeah well if I left them for another minute god knows what the fuck they were going to do next”- his icy gaze left mine as he slowly turned and walked back to the side of the building and into the lowly lit car park-

“Zayn, I think your over reacting”- Ant followed Zayn’s disappearing body

Well this is just great, I have a conversation with one boy and Zayn gets all you can’t do this, you can’t do that on me, what is his problem- Tori he is drunk, he doesn’t know what he’s saying- well if he is so drunk why the fuck is he driving- my subconscious scolds at me, stop making up excuses, he’s not drunk- maybe the casual one or two drink and you know it-