Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 19

What?

I look up in disbelief not knowing what to say, I can feel my chest become tight and goose bumps trickle down the back of my exposed neck, it’s the same reaction I’ve been getting everytime he’s been around me lately but I chose to ignore it- don’t get ahead of yourself Tori, I mean so what, he’s nicer then you thought, but he doesn’t like you

I rip my eyes away from his hard gaze pinning me down to my seat, I then realise that I’ve been repeatedly scrunching the poor napkin clutched in my right hand. I release the napkin then slowly place both my hands on the top of my thighs to stop me from fidgeting, inhale, exhale. I look up to see if he’s still steering, as I raise my head I am met with the same two eyes that I saw moments prior, however they were soft and gentle, I started to trace the outside of his eyelashes then down the bridge of his nose and then down to his lips that are curved into a slight smirk- Oh shit Tori, stop steering

I refocus back onto his face and watch him as he deeply swallows causing his Adams apple to bob up and down on his throat – for fucks sakes say something

I go to open my mouth not even sure if anything would come out of it however the smell of grilled steak filled the air and we both looked up-

“beans for the lady”- I large plate of mouth-watering food filled my view as it was gently placed on the table in front of me-

“And potatoes for the-“  it was the same waiter from before, he didn’t even finish his sentence, instead he just turned back to me with a large smile on his face

“Enjoy” – did he just wink at me? He just winked at me

I look over across to Zayn hoping in hell he did not see that, but as I casted my eyes to his they were dark grey as if they were dewing up a storm, his lips was placed into a firm scowl and his hand was clenched into fist sitting tensely on top of the table, oh shit

His eyes then followed the back of the waiter as he descended back to the counter, oh shit he was pissed

“that fucking cunt”- his voice was muffled as if he tried to say it under his breath

“He was only being nice” I say so I can somewhat calm him down

He looked up “don’t fucking stick up for him”

I watched as Zayn grabbed the bottle of wine he ordered before I got in here, he grabbed it with two hands and bringing it low under the table out of obvious view

“What the”- he then started shaking the bottle firmly while holding a slight smirk on his face and then placed it back into the icey bucket-

He then raised his hand clicking it profoundly, oh my god

“Zayn what the fuck are you doing” I whisper, tying not to get everyones attention in the bistro

“Waiter”- he’s ignoring me, my face is flushed as I try and avoid everyones eyes, I look behind me and see the guy talking to another co worker

He looks over to Zayn giving an Are you fucking serious look, he then masked that with a firm controlled smile and started walking over

“Zayn he’s coming you can stop click your fingers”

“Shut the fuck up” his lips were pressed firmly together, and by now the waiter was standing right next to our table

“What would you like” I glance up and he’s staring at me, oh for fucks sake

“Look at me, I’m the one paying” Zayns voice was tensely firm and pissed the fuck off

“Can you open the wine?”- Zayns face was held with such control, I couldn’t help not to smirk, however I started to squirm in my seat obviously knowing what was going to happen next