Clarity || z.m

Revealed

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New story... possibly. AU but, I just don't know whether I want to make it a Zayn or Harry.. We'll see.

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The affect he had on me was something I wished every day I could change. It was easy before I accepted my feelings for him, but now that it's quite obvious the affect feels like it's never ending... like it will always be there.

Even being in this unrealistic situation with him, they'd still remain. I could try to fight them as much as I want to, but it was pointless. It was an irresistible, unstoppable feeling.

Even being angry at him, the way his hot, minty breath danced on my brisk skin gave me a rush that only he could give me. Somehow, he knew he could make me feel like this, despite the way we acted with each other. He knew he could still make me feel vulnerable... yet terrified at the same time. And it scared me even more that he knew he was capable of it.

"Tell me," I breathed.

Zayn's hands lightly trailed down my arms, my body tensing at a simple touch. His hands found mine, and they interlaced... perfectly. Being intoxicated didn't help one bit. If I were sober, this wouldn't be happening, and Zayn knew that, too. But we both took advantage of the state. I wanted the truth when I was drunk, that way there could be the possibility that I wouldn't remember in the morning. And I was sure he wanted the exact same thing.

He chuckled in return before whispering once more. "Such a shame you have to be revealed to all of this."

"Please don't make me ask you again. Next time I have to ask somebody for the damn truth after they lie to me, I might blow up on them."

"You make it seem as if it's the easiest thing in the world. It isn't, really. It's more complicated than you think." The tone in his voice showed he was becoming frustrated.

"Maybe if everyone weren't beating around the bush with me, I wouldn't have to keep insisting I know. My friends are keeping things from me, what else am I supposed to do!?" I broke free from his grip, facing him. The look of frustration that was show through his facial expressions would never add up to the amount of anger and frustration I was keeping in.

"Fine, you really want to know?" he finally snapped, trapping me against the rock wall behind us. It all happened in less than a second it felt like.

Getting to know Zayn over the last few months, I knew his eyes became darker when he was angry or sometimes when he was feeling lustful. But this look... was different. My breath got caught in my throat at the sight. All those times of feeling defenseless didn't compare to that feeling right now. His eyes were not only dark, redness swelled his eyes like if he'd been crying and it looked as if his blood rushed through his veins on his face.

"Again, tell me that you want to know," he demanded through gritted teeth. His hands rested on the rock wall on either side of me.

Zayn knew I feared him now, more than anything and by the look of it, he seemed to enjoy the sight. Wanting to be drunk when I found out was now out of the question because I was now more sober than I've ever felt.

Reality hit. And it wasn't a pretty sight.

"Tell me, Nani!" he nearly shouted again.

"S-stop, please," I begged. "Just get away from me."