Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 17

I woke up to a dim light seeping underneath my curtain, squinting my eyes I look around the room trying to figure out where am I, I look around and the blurry objects become familiar to me, I’m in my room- but I don’t know how I got here, the last thing I remember was-

Bringing my hand I forcefully rub it against my head, trying to sooth the dell ache throbbing mindlessly within my skull, I sigh out loud while the confines of last night play back through my thoughts, I then start to feel a numb ache within the pit of my stomach while my brain regains from its coma

First of all- you met Ant, Zayns best friend and the only one who calm his teenage mood swings,

secondly you ran into Adam- Aaron, I mean Aaron for gods sake, then you have a drink or two or possibly six, and then… Zayn happened

This time I groan out loud grabbing a pillow and bringing it up to my face, ok keep going,

oh right then there was the creepy hall way, and then Zayn again-

 “Mine”- Jesus Christ, and theres that word again,

I throw the pillow away from my face and sit up a little too fast, oh fuck that’s right hangover, I lay back down careful not to erupt the mind blowing headache consuming my head right now,

ok so Zayn got a little pissed off, keep going, then he dragged me out like I was some annoying little child that didn’t get their favorite cereal from the super market, then… then I had a tantrum, almost fell on my face for the second time that night, then Ant came-

I smile at the thought of Ants face as it came into view, his smile is so dam contagious, then there was the car ride and then…

Oh fuck then we got home- now I remember,  “I hate you” oh god Tori- “no wait I fucking despise you”  wow you’ve really fucked this one up-

A flush of regret spread through me as mine and Zayn conversation became more vivid, and then there was the beep echo of the front door slamming- he left, where the fuck did he go? I sit up all of a sudden, is he here?

Pushing off the blankets, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed then standing on my feet, the dell throb in my head is still there and my throat is in some desperate need of a large glass of cool water, walking into the bath room I examine over myself

No jeans? However I’m still in my white peplum top that I wore the night before, ok so I remember everything but I can’t even remember undressing myself, getting into bed or even closing the curtain- I swore I started watching t.v after- oh well it dosen’t matter

After taking a shower trying every bit to wash off the events that happened last night I got into some casuals and went down stairs in pursuit of my grumbling stomach and some Advil-

Taking slow steps I walked down the stairs, through the foyer and into the lounge- ah the T.v’s on, I must have left it on last night

I walk upto the small glass coffee table set in the middle of the dining room, that’s weird the cups from last night aren’t there, then bending down to pick up the remote and hear a slight shuffle from the kitchen

“I’m watching that”

I pause and stand straight up, turning a little too fast- Zayns here and he has his back to me

I watch him as he searches through his cupboards trying to find a clear glass, flash backs of last night flush through my head

“You’re not going to have a drink are you?”- I somehow blurted out

“Please, I’m not an alcoholic”- he reply’s however it’s slightly under his breath, still with his back towards me

Look at me god dam it, I need answers- My subconscious screams at him while he searches the fridge for- what- juice, ok well I don’t want to make it awkward so I start to make my way back to the foyer, however his voice stops me my tracks

“So you had fun last night huh?”

I turn around to see him standing at the bench steering straight at me

“Ah, I guess…”- my hand flew to the back of my neck before slightly turning away

“you were pasted out on the couch when I got home”

As soon as he finished speaking I swung around, and with wide eyes gazed at him

“I fell asleep on the couch?” how

“Yeah, you know, you too light, it was like carrying a stick” this time instead of looking at me he was searching the cup boards for what? Food?

“Wait you carried me to my room?” I couldn’t hide the embarrassment from my voice

He stopped what he was doing and turned around to gaze at me as if he was slightly embarrassed too

“Yeah well I didn’t want you to throw up on my couch” he turned away regaining his food search

I looked at the ground trying to regain my memory but there was none, oh my god- “My pants”

He stills- oh shit did I say that out loud

“I mean, I had no pants on when I woke up” Why the fuck am I telling him this? while that predictable blush consumed my checks

“Well… Ah”- wait is he embarrassed? 

“Well they looked too tight and I’m surprised your legs didn’t fall off at the end of the night”- he paused still not looking up at me

“And plus, I’ve fuck every piece of ass there is, I think I know how to take off a girls pants without looking” and there’s that scowl

His words hit me, oh fuck did I say that?-

“I’m sorry” my voice was in a small trimmer

He waved his hand in the air signalling to pass-

“I don’t care, do what you like, you’re an adult, I’m not responsible for your alcohol consumption”

“No, what I said to you last night- I’m sorry”

As soon as I had finished his scowl dropped and an expression of hurt washed over is face as if he was reciting every word I said to him last night, god it hurt him that much, your Zayn fucking Malik for gods sakes, your that bad ass bad boy that gives no fucks on what people say-

“It doesn’t matter” he turned around looking through the cupboard- theres nothing there, I found that out last night

“what time is it?” his voice takes me by surprise

I flick my wrist observing the my watch- “Uh 12:23” holey fuck how long did I sleep for?

He stops with his back faced towards me “Well we have no fucking food, so Uh- wanna get lunch?”

What the fuck “Uh sure” what the hell am I supposed to say, no get fucked I hate you?

“Ok hurry up and get changed, I’m fucking starving” he then turned abruptly grabbing the keys and walking out past the bench and out of the lounge

Uh there’s the Zayn I know.