Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 22

His chest was pushed against mine, both heaving in a fast erratic pace in time with each-others, the smell of hard liquor emitted from his shallow breaths

“Get off me” I bucked my shoulders forward in a hash plea the push him off

“Answer my question” his voice was low and demanding

“I was out with a friend”

“Bullshit” his voice became slower as his face inch closer down towards mine

“What’s his name”

I could feel his hot breath scrape across the flesh of my earlobe as he leant down

“Get the hell off me” my voice mirrored his as I whispered into his ear

At the corner of my eye I see his face move up, he lets go of my wrist and takes half a step back

I fell against the wall as I try and calm my hash breaths now he has given both of us room to breathe

As I regained my focus I look up. His face is pale and flush, however his eyes and mouth still remain cold and stoic

“Ant told me you were with a guy”

I looked away grabbing my wrist with my other hand and tugging it slowly

“Yeah”

I didn’t know what to say, or do, this is so fucked up

I wince as Zayn takes a step forward again, his eyes are dark however he doesn’t touch me

“What’s his name” his voice is much softer then the prior movements before, I look up to see his eyes scanning mine, searching for what though

“He’s just a friend” I frown at him

“Un-fucking believable” his brows creases as he turns away running his tense hand through his unstyled hair

“All this fucking time, and I, I thought” he turns back towards me pausing as our gaze meet

He takes in a hash breath

“What? You thought what?” My back left the wall as I pushed him for an answer

“I asked you a question first” his hands were clench into tight balls

“Yes and I answered it didn’t I?”

“No you fucking lied” his hash voice pierced through the air sending me against the wall

“He’s a friend!” I couldn’t help but to bring my hands up to his chest a push him forward, however his reaction was fast and he grabbed both my shoulders and pushed me against the wall

“Your fucking pathetic”

“You think he actually likes you?” His beep voice ozzed from his now smirking mouth as he tormented me

“No no no he doesn’t like you” his head begins to nod slowly

“No he just wants to fuck you because your an easy slut, that’s what happened with that other asshole in the picture and that’s what’s going to happen now”

He didn’t, he doesn’t even no what happened between me and the boy from New York

“You don’t know anything” my voice was quiet, I could feel my chest become knotted as it became harder to speak

“well then, what’s his fucking name”

“I hate you”

“Tell me his fucking name” his voice broke the silence through the house and tore through the wall, my eyes squeezed shut as a violent crack pierced next to my head, I winced and dropped to the ground as zayn’s tight grip disappeared