Play the Game (A Zayn Malik/Leigh-Anne Pinnock - Zeigh- fanfic)

Chapter 10

Leigh-Anne glanced around to make sure nobody was nearby before darting into her and Zayn’s space. They both had a free period. She pulled her coat tighter and blew on her gloved hands to warm them up. Winter had come early this year.

“Cold?” came a deep voice from behind her. Leigh-Anne frowned and spun around. Harry grinned down at her.

“What’re you doing here?” she demanded with a scowl.

“Followed you,” Harry admitted with a shrug.

“You know what following people without their consent is? It’s fucking stalking.”

Harry laughed.

“Well then I’m stalking you. Don't pretend that doesn’t bring you even the smallest twinge of pleasure.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Really?” He took a step closer.

“No.” Leigh-Anne took a step back.

“Are you sure?” Harry stepped closer.

“Positive.” Leigh-Anne stepped back and her back hit the red brick wall. Harry placed a hand on the wall by her head.

“I’d ask you not to play games with me but they do turn me on so much,” he purred.

“If you want games go find Perrie,” Leigh-Anne responded.

“Perrie’s too good at her games. She always wins.”

“Well I don't play games at all.” Leigh-Anne backed away along the wall. Harry continued to reduce the distance between them.

“I think you do. I think you know exactly what game you’re playing right now.”

“Then you’re terribly mistaken.”

Leigh-Anne hit another wall. She cursed as she realised she had just trapped herself in a corner. Harry chuckled and came closer still.

“Leave me alone, Harry,” Leigh-Anne said as assertively as she could.

“Shh,” Harry whispered. He caressed her cheek. She swatted his hand away. His expression turned hard.

“Have it your way, then,” he muttered gruffly.

He pressed his lips forcefully to hers. His hands travelled down her sides and he grabbed her thigh, hoisting it on his hip. She struggled to push him away but he held both her wrists in his large hand and pinned them to the wall above her head, only breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second. Leigh-Anne tried to shout but he was forcing his tongue down her throat, gagging her. He rolled his hips into hers.

“Hey!”

Leigh-Anne gasped for air as Harry released her and whirled around. Her vision blurred momentarily but she heard the sharp thud of a punch, followed by a loud yell of pain. When her vision cleared she beheld Zayn seizing Harry by the collar and shoving him up against the wall.

“How fucking dare you?” Zayn roared. His fist came into contact with Harry’s jaw. Harry was a good three inches taller but Zayn was an active boxer and he was enraged.

“Zayn, stop!” Leigh-Anne wheezed.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Zayn punched Harry again.

“Stop it, Zayn!” Leigh-Anne cried. Zayn drew his fist back again.

“What’s all this commotion?”

They looked to the speaker. Ms Delaware was stood by the back door into the department with a perplexed look on her face. Zayn lowered his fist slowly and released Harry’s shirt. His shoulders were still shaking with rage.