Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 21

With my arm threaded through his we both walked down the wide tinted lit foot path.

With small talk lingering through the brisk night air, I couldn’t help but the think about my strange encounter with Ant moments before, I couldn’t get his face out from my mine, I had a vivid image of his soft features in my head, his brow was slightly crease and his gaze was soft, not to mention the sound of what? Worry, disappointment laced throughout his tone of voice, then the dim lighting casted a slight shadow around us which loomed within the empty corridor giving it a airy vide.

Pushing the image aside Aaron and i walked down the busy street of New Change then turned right down distaff lane.

As we walk further down the narrow road, I began to hear a muffled rhythm that sang from the walls of a lit building close by.

“It’s called the Yager bar” Aaron said as he beamed down at me

Once again he pulled my arm and walked me through the glass doors bordered with deep burgundy, sort of reminding me of the sleek walls of the corridor where I encountered zayn in the first place, what a welcoming that was.

As I reminded myself of the bitter welcoming, I walked hand in hand into the place with Aaron, realising I pulled my hand out of his soft grip

The bar was crowded however it held a relaxing and calm atmosphere. The sound of the music was calmer then the overwhelming techno thuds in project London, this had more of a soothing tone to it.

There were groups of people sitting on the couches situated all over the place, however most were standing swaying to the music or totally immersed within conversation, to my left was the bar that wrapped around the side almost casting a semi circle.

Aaron smile down at me , I didn’t realise he was steering at me

“We don’t have to stay here if you don’t like it”

Maybe this isnt a good idea, i mean Ant sounded a little reluctant, I don’t know why though, zayn did say he didn’t care what I do,

I gave Aaron a reassuring smile

”no it’s perfect”

He once again took my hand and lead me down to the bar. He pulled out two stools, I slowly slid onto the stool and swung my legs over the side, Aaron did the same however less awkwardly then I did, I don’t know how he does it.

“A daiquiri?” Aaron peered down to my face with a slight smirk casted on his lips, he remebers

“Please” I replied

Aaron ordered our drinks and before I know it I was slurping down the slim black straw welcoming the refreshing punch the liquid had to offer my mouth.

Aaron chose to go with a lite bud which was served in a tall crystal glass, resembling the colour urine with white foam stagnated at the top clinging to the rim of the glass, I hate imports, they leave this gross tinge at the roof of my mouth, which for me can only be washed out by vomit, that was the last time I’ve ever had that shit again, I watched him as he brought the cup up to his mouth and pulled in a large gulp, I felt my nose tug with repulsiveness

”what you don’t like beer?” He smiles gently

“No it’s gross, how can you drink that stuff” I nudge him lightly

He shrugs absently “you get used to it, the taste is strong at first but”

he brings the cup up to his lips again and gives me a smirk then licks his lips in an act of full scarification

“mmm” then puts the cup down on the bench

”anyway, what’s this” he reaches over and grabs my drink pressing the straw between his lips

“Ugh” he pushes the drink away and places it in front of me

“That actually tastes like lollie water” he screws his mouth up then grins at me

“Yeah whatever, obviously you don’t have any taste for quality” I bring the straw back up to my mouth

“Why the hell don’t you have a girl friend” I don’t know what came over me, but I was actually intrigued 

Aaron looked equally shocked

“Come on, I mean the romantic dinners, great bar spots, you must have heaps of girls lining up” tori where the hell are you going with this

“Well I haven’t really found the right one you know?” He looked down at the glass

“So your not gay?” I nudge him again giving him a slight smirk

“No I’m not gay” he said shaking his head slightly while smiling down at me.

Then what turned into one drink carried on into two then snow balled into half a dozen, I was actually having an amazing time and the encounter with Ant slowly faded to the back of my mind, because i somehow convinced myself that it was ok to go out and have a good time with a friend, no matter how charming and good looking he is, there was nothing wrong with that at all.

Realising I was in the verge of a drunken mess I stop Aaron through mid conversation

“What time is it?” His flushed cheeks observed me then he looked down towards his silver wrist watch

“It’s twenty to one”

My eyes shot open as I pushed my drink away, holy shit I’ve been out for just about four hours, shit, zayns going to be pissed

“I should go” I grab the lip of the bench to pull my self up

“Yeah same here” Aaron pulls himself to his feet then helps get me up, with me grasping his forearm he leads us out of the crowded bar and onto the side walk

“I’ll get a taxi” Aaron smiles down at me as he pulls out his phone

After putting his phone back within his coat pocket he turns and looks at me

“Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah I was great thanks for that” I pull my hand out of his grip just a the taxi pulls up

“Ain’t you getting in?” I turn over looking questionably at him

“No it’s fine, I stay just down the road” he reattaches his hand within mine and pulls me into a warm embrace

“I had a great time” he says quietly

I quickly pull away and avoid his beep penetrating eye contract, something didn’t feel right, it feels wrong, we’re friends and that’s it, I couldn’t help but to think of zayn and what he was doing, I wonder if he’s back at home in his bed asleep, with his lips softly parted and a soft sound escaping from his mouth as he slowly breathes in and out

“I better go” I smile at Aaron and slowly climb into the taxi

” I’ll text you”

I wave goodbye from inside the window while we drive away and merge into the night traffic

I stepped into the foyer and everything’s dark, zayn must be asleep, I smile at the fond image of sleeping zayn and push my shoes off, clutching my bag I walk into the dark hallway making less sound as possible, as I get closer I notice the lounge light is on from the end of the long hallway,

I walk into the room to find half a large glass bottle of brandy perched into of the coffee table, the room was silent, I walked in further to see if anyone was in the kitchen, it was empty.

I turned around but a large hand pulled me back and pushed me hard against the wall

My head hit the wall causing a hard bite at the back of my skull

I let out a short scream then let eyes focus on the tall figure that loomed over me

“Where the fuck have you been”

Zayn had my hands in his vice like grip against the wall, i was wrong, he wasnt asleep upstairs tangled within the sheets of his bed, no, he was waiting for me drunk and furiously pissed off.