Zayn's Maid

Chapter 19

Perrie's P.O.V

My head was spinning from the amount of drink I had, yet I still had more. I climbed onto the coffee table with Niall, both of us pretty drunk by this point, dancing like lunatics and clinging to each other to avoid falling. He started singing one of the bands songs, not sounding as good as he usually would sober.

"C'mon c'mon and dance with me baby!" he sang loudly, making me laugh.

"Yeah! The music is so loud!" I sang back, somehow remembering the words from when a girl at the POG used to rave about One Direction.

She used to tell me she hoped that one of the boys would buy her at the auction, if only she knew.

Niall laughed hysterically and nearly toppled off the table, his cute Irish accent even thicker when he was drunk.

"So you and Zayn are together then?" he asked,"he's not the relationship type."

God, why was everyone taking about Zayn?

"Me and Zayn...I don't even know what we are," I said, my voice hoarse.

He frowned and hopped off the table, throwing up in a vase in the corner. I had to look away to avoiding being sick myself.

I had managed to keep my mind of Zayn until Niall brought the subject of our relationship up again, making me notice he had been missing for a while. I had completely forgotten about the whole slap thing and now I had...I felt slightly guilty. Niall was still busy puking so I wandered off upstairs, calling his name and clinging to the banister for support.

"Zayn..." I whimpered, my legs like jelly, head spinning.

I burst into his room, falling into the wall and giggling softly.

"Zayn I'm so-"

I looked up to see Zayn sprawled on his bed, a girl in a tight fitted dress straddling him. She turned and glared at me, her lipstick smudged on her face slightly. I had no idea who she was but I knew exactly what she was doing. Zayn cocked his head up, his bloodshot eyes widening when he saw me. A tear fell down my cheek, shocking me and making my heart sink even lower.

I turned on my heel and ran away from them, my face damp from my flowing tears. The bathroom was the first I came across and I slammed the door behind me as I ran in, sinking to my knees beside the bath. I didn't know why I was crying but inside I felt hurt, like my heart had been ripped out of my chest.

"Perrie?" he said softly, catching my eye in the doorway.

"No, get away from me," I cried, standing up and moving as far away from him as possible.

"Perrie would you just-"

"No! Get out!" I screamed, throwing bars of soap and towels at him.

He dodged them and moved closer to me, my body shaking just looking at him.

"Perrie stop!" he shouted, ducking as I threw a bottle of shower gel at him.

He caught my arm and I flinched, trying to shake him off.

"Don't touch me!" I said loudly, his nails digging into my wrists.

"Just listen to me!"

"Why should-"

He pressed his lips against mine but I shoved him hard in the chest, leaving him breathless.

"No Zayn! Stop! Don't come anywhere near me!"

He shook his head and pushed his body against mine, my head hitting hard against the wall and making me feel woozy. I couldn't stop crying, my eyes stinging and misty. He kissed me again, softly this time and cupping my face with his hands.

"Don't cry baby..."

I whimpered softly, not pushing away from his lips. He lifted me up and pressed into my hips, making me moan quietly.

"I hate you..." I whispered through kisses.

"No you don't."

He carried me into my room, my legs wrapped tightly round his waist. He lay me down gently, untying my bikini at the back. I felt his finger hook into my bottoms, pulling them down slightly.

"No Zayn," I said quietly, " I don't want to."

"Please?"

I squeezed my thighs tightly shut, wincing at the thought of going through the pain again.

"I'll be gentle..."

I nodded and looked away from him as he kissed his way down my chest, stopping just above my hip.

"Don't hurt me..."

"I won't," he whispered in my ear, pushing into me slowly.

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight, my back arching as I groaned. It felt the way it did last time, uncomfortable. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and breathed loudly as he threw his head back.

"Zayn..." I whimpered, my eyes watering again.

"I know, I'm sorry."

He kissed my lips to stop my soft cries, moving slowly and squeezing the bundle of sheets. I moaned into his mouth and ignored the feeling inside me, concentrating on my beating heart. I wanted him so badly no matter how much I hated him.

My toes curled as he sucked at my neck and collarbone, my stomach twisting inside me. He stopped for a second and I fluttered my eyes open, meeting his and shuddering.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded and squeezed his hand tighter, a tear sliding down the corner of my eye. He wiped it away and and traced my lips, lifting my chin up to kiss me.

"I hate to see you cry..."

I raked my fingers through his hair, my voice shaky as he stared pushing again. I squeezed my knees against his hips, throwing my head back in the pillow.

"Zayn stop," I begged, "please stop..."

He looked down at me and nodded, slipping out of me and lying by my side. I looked over at him and threw myself against him, crying into his chest. His hand hovered over my head for a second before brushing his fingers through my hair.

"Ssshh," he hushed me, "don't cry baby..."