struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 23: Back to frenemies

Chapter 23: Back to frenemies



Chelsea's Pov-



Jesus Christ, this man makes me feel something different every time we get this intimate. We have stayed here and it's been - like - twenty minutes since what happened. Zayn's lips are on mines, his hands are gently cupping my face like if I was made of glass and my hands are on his chest, he's body is crushing with mines, but I don't mind. The place is dark, nobody's around; the only thing I can hear is our lips making loud noises and the wind blowing.



"Zayn..." I interrupt the kiss, my lips feeling swollen, "My legs won't keep me up anymore..."



"Is it because you're pregnant?" He mocks... it seems that that's my excuse for everything.



"No, you're making me feel weak. Your hands... don't stop touching me..." I look up and one of my eyes closes as I bit my bottom lip.



"Fuck, don't say that..." He whispers, "Because you'll just have to get on your knees right now... I'm up."



"Hey you two!" A light shines on us; it's an officer with a flashlight.



"Shit." Is all what I say.

"Run... just run..." Zayn tries not to laugh and says into my ear before pulling me by the hand.



**



The next day I feel so much better, I don't have to call the doctor for anything and after telling everyone we head off to see the Statue of Liberty and then walk around like the tourists we are and take some pictures. I want to go back and leave to Manchester; I haven't told Zayn that I'm desperate to see our new house. He must be thinking I forgot about it.



"Hey guys, come look at this!" Taylor shouts, waving her hand gesturing to go over there. There are a lot of people crowding something and Zayn's holds my hand as Louis walks beside me. I look at Louis and catch him glancing on me, he looks at me again and stare. All I do is smile, I feel so bad what happened yesterday. Zayn shouldn't have caused a scene and make Louis feel bad, and Louis shouldn't have bring the wedding thing up. He fights the smile that's creeping and replaces it with a thin line, he glares - that glares he used to give me when for him I was just a nobody and for me he was an arrogant bitch.



"Ah, he's playing the guitar," Niall says and I tiptoe to look behind Harry's shoulder. It's a group of boys singing, playing and dancing, there's a hat filled with money on the ground. Liam takes money out of his wallet and throws it on the hat, getting weird looks by other people. Yes, he's rich... he's a millionaire, be jealous. Zayn's hand isn't holding mines anymore and I'm about to protest, but he already went towards the hat. While he do that, I go over to Louis as a chance.



"Louis..." I hold his arm and he gently takes his arm back, trying to walk away, leaving the crowded place and I go after him, "Where are you going?"



"Back to the hotel, stop following me, Moore."



"Oh my God, don't be mad at me or at Zayn... You know how Zayn is..."



"No." Louis stops in his tracks and turns around, shoving his hands inside his pockets, "I don't know how Zayn is because I don't really know who's Zayn anymore." His voice is low and it creeps me out, his straight face says it all. He's hurt.



"Why are you treating me like this? What have I done to you?"



"Nothing, I swear, I just... I feel guilty of what I did to you and I know if I tell you you're going to get so mad at me. Then Zayn will cut my balls and hang it on the wall!"



"What did you do to me?" He turns around and walks faster, trying to get lost between all the people walking by. I chase him, knowing Zayn will get angry with me.



He shouts a taxi as he notices I'm so close to him, the taxi driver doesn't see him and he keeps walking.



"Stop avoiding me, you fuck!" I shout.



Within minutes, he walks slowly and I walk beside him, he doesn't say anything and I don't either. We go back to the hotel and walk through the hallway. He walks faster again when he's closer to his room.



"Are we not going to talk?" I ask before he closes his door.



"No."



What happened to the sweet hearted Louis?



There's no use of knocking and annoying him more. When I go back to my room I kick the door, realizing I don't have the key. Zayn has it. I walk back to Louis' door and knock. Shit, I am annoying.



Louis opens it, "Zayn will kill me if I let you inside."



"Then he has to kill me too. I don't have the key to my door so let me inside."



"What if I don't want to?" He smirks.



I push him and let myself inside, closing the door behind me. Louis walks to his bed and takes his shoes off.



"I'm going to change clothes, so if you're there, try not to look at me."



I run towards him, jumping on him, my bum sitting his stomach and I grab his neck, I just want to show him I'm going to murder him if he doesn't act like his real self... but I am not really going to kill him.



"Get off me; I'm allergic to pregnant women."



"That's what you said to your mother?"



"No," Louis shuts his eyes, "You're heavy please get off me. I'll tell you okay?"



I move off him and sit on the end of the bed while he sits up, "Okay then, tell me."



"I have a crush on you." Louis confesses and I almost choke.



"S-since when?"



"Since that time at the dressing room... when you walked out and I had to zip your dress..." He covers his face, "I found you so disgusting before, but now... I don't know."



"I- I don't know what to say." Despite he called me disgusting.



"And that's not all... I kissed you yesterday when you were asleep."



My mouth falls. That explains when I woke up I felt my lips warm and after I opened my eyes I saw Louis looking at me quite nervous.



"Go ahead, kick my face." Louis still has his face covered. I move closer to him and take his hands away.



"I'm not mad. Well... kind of... but you should've kissed me when I was awake so I could know what your lips taste like."



"Chelsea, shut up. You don't know what you're saying."



What the hell am I saying? Damn, pregnant women and their uncontrollable hormones. I don't like Louis, do I? I mean, hell no, fuck no.



"Kiss me, Louis." It's the only way to find out.



"Ew no!"



"Ew? But you kissed me yesterday!"



Louis grabbed my face and kissed me. I don't feel anything; his lips are not like Zayn's and I don't have butterflies in my stomach... it's just nothing.



Both of us pull away when we hear the door shut.



"Chels... you closed the door when you came inside, right?" He asks me, trying to control his breathing.



"Yeah but I didn't lock it, if it's unlock can someone come inside or does the person need a key?" I hesitate.



"Do you think it was Za..."



"No, no, no shut up." I stand up to leave the bedroom. Oh no what the hell did I do?





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