Marked (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

CH-5 Moments later

My room smelled of tequila shots and vomit. It was highly disgusting. Though I cleaned it up million times since morning but I still can’t get the smell out. I was still in my pajamas even though it was like two in the afternoon. I have scrub in my hand and I was still cleaning my bathroom.

Last night when Zayn dropped Jasmine on my bed, he came out and looked apologetic. I was pissed. I don’t know what for. I mean I don’t even like him. I am not supposed to, for sure.

Earlier: Liam, Zayn and I, we just stood there in the living room, awkwardly. Doing nothing but trying to say something to just break the silence.

“I think I should… umm… you know… head home.” Liam said and grabbed his key from the table.

“I’ll see you there mate.” Zayn saying this indicates he is staying. But staying for what?

He then went straight to the kitchen and pulled open the refrigerator and took out a water bottle. He didn’t even look at me for a second. I saw him pour water into a glass and he was drinking it. I saw his Adam’s apple go up and down as he swallow the water but I couldn’t stay there, I had to walk away.

And since then I am in my washroom cleaning it.

My hair is in a messed up bun but they still keep on falling on my face which irritates the hell out of me. I can still hear Jasmine moan on my bed, not so far away.

“Can I help?” I heard Zayn say in a low voice. I wasn’t even aware he was in the room. Now that I think of it, I am not sure for how long he might have been here.

“You have helped enough.” As soon as I said it, I regret it. A simple no would have done.

“I am sorry for the mess it caused you,” he said and I looked at him. He still had his leather jacket on and his hands were crossed on his chest.

“Mess? What caused me mess? WHAT?” I was a bit off pitch and shaky for no apparent reason I could think on.

“Shhhh…” he said with a figure on his lips and sat next to me in a hurry. His face wasn’t so far away from mine and I could feel the intensity between us.

“She is sleeping.” As soon as he said it, he shut his eyes hard and lowered his head. Even he knew it was a mistake.

“Of course you still care.” Thought I am hundred per-cent sure I said it to myself but somehow he managed to listen. I stood up and started walking outside the room and he followed. He closed the room so in case if I am high on my voice it won’t affect the sleeping beauty he cares so much about.

I was in the kitchen washing my hands in the sink. Blabbing things to myself. “What the hell is wrong with you Candice  he is just your friend’s boyfriend. Get over yourself. Why are you being so hard on him? What is wrong with you? Why do you even care?”

"Candice stop.” his voice scared me and I turned around.

“WHAT? What is it that’s going on? Zayn just tell me one thing why did we…” I broke off. I never knew how this sentence is going to end. I looked away from his face.

“Why did we what?” he said in a soft voice.

“Nothing.”

“I need to know.”

“I said nothing.” I walked over to the living room and he followed. We took hold of my arm and spun me over. His face just inches away from mine.

“Tell me, I care, I wanna know.” His voice was so soft; I still doubt I heard it right.

I was speechless, his eyes, they were just looking straight into mine. His face, his jaw-line, his lips, his skin. This was too much. I went weak on my knees. Not because I have a thing but because I have never been this close to a guy before. I never had a boyfriend in my life. I don’t know how it is to be loved.

We stood there for a long time. Not speaking anything but still talking within, His eyes spoke more than he had himself. It was like I knew who the real Zayn Malik was. It was like I knew him on another level.

We heard a door open and I stepped back, but this didn’t make him look away. He was still looking at me, I was feeling so hot that I thought for a second I might be sweating.

“Good morning angels,” Jasmine came out of the room, wearing nothing but a see-through long shirt and her undergarments. “What a night it was!”

No one bothered to reply. Zayn kept looking at me and when he realized that this might cause more trouble he just took his keys and went outside. Minutes later we hear a car driving pass our house.

“He will text me, don’t worry.” But I wasn’t worried for her, I was for no reason, worried for him.

“Dan, one more thing, you remember the slumber party I had, you know next week or something yeah I postponed it to say after tomorrow.” I stayed quite. I totally forgot about it.

“Tomorrow the boys and us are gonna go on a shopping trip. I need new clothes.” She never bothered to ask if I am interested. She more of ordered me.

“Do I really have to?”

“Hell yeah, I want you and Zayn to gel up you know. He is my man after all and you are my woman.”

But was this really the story? I wanted to know. Is there something I don’t know? When did Jasmine and Zayn started dating? What is happening?

Why do I care? And then this shopping trip as if things are already not weird.