His Possession

Chapter 7.

Isabella's p.o.v.

All I can do is stand there in shock as Zayn's entire body begins to shake in anger, but I don't know why. I don't really understand any of his mood swings within the last hour, I mean; why does a guy that I barely know become so infuriated towards my love interest, I just don't see a valid reason behind it.

I decide to remain silent as he places the phone on the desk behind him and fists his hair, I play with my fingers as I tuck my bottom lip between my two front teeth. My eyes shoot up to his as he begins to speak,

"Why did you call him? wh- what did you tell him?" He stutters on his words as his breaths come out rugged, and I don't even bother to question how he knew that Jay was on the other side of the phone.

"All I told him was that I couldn't go on this date tonight with him, that's all. Promise." I lift my hands up in defense as I justify myself.

"Date? You are not going on a date with him." He grits out and I sigh in annoyance.

"I know, that was kinda the point of the phone call. Look, I don't know what this mini crush is that you have on me but you need to just chill. But despite that I really do appreciate what you've done for me tonight, so thank you" I breathe out as I rake a hand through my hair, looking up at him.

It's true though, I mean, yes he was creepy as fuck when I talked to him in school, but I really shouldn't keep that against someone that potentially saved my life. So far he hasn't done anything that causes me any physical harm, so he's in my good books right now.

"Baby, don't thank me for something that any decent human would of done." My stomach went in a frenzy as the word baby slipped off of his tongue, but I conceal the feeling. You have a boyfriend.

"Yeah, just, thanks. Again." I splutter out again, in attempt for him to realise how thankful I am.

I await on his response as I just stare at the floor beneath me, when I hear the floor creak I look back up and notice that Zayn has moved much closer than before; his heavy breaths hitting the side of my cheek. I lift my eyes to his and my breath hitches when he lifts his hand to caress my cheek, I sigh and take a small step back but stop when he whimpers out a small, "just, please."

"Anyway, um. Yeah I'm going to, er- go to bed now. Goodnight." I'm glad that our previous conversation has now been disregarded and the mood in the room is lighter, but he's getting too close for comfort.

I detach myself from him and grab a top and cotton shorts to sleep in, "at least wear my top, please?" I turn my head to look at Zayn with my eyebrows furrowed, why does he want me to wear his top?

"That's a bit inappropriate don't you think?" I fully turn to him, no judgement in my voice, only confusion.

"No it's not, just wear this, here." He lifts his top off of him, and chucks it in my direction, causing it to land in the palm of my hand.

"Zayn, what the heck!" I squeal and shield my eyes with both of my hands, covering myself from looking at his bare chest. All I can hear is his chuckle from the other side of the room, then I feel him remove my hands from my eyes, still laughing.

"You're so innocent little one, it's cute." I laugh along with him, gripping his shirt in my hand and push it towards his chest. "Why don't you want to wear it?" He questions and I mentally roll my eyes.

"Um, because I don't like sleeping in shirts, they are uncomfortable." The most pathetic lie slips from my lips without warning; but the truth is that I feel as if I'm betraying Jay if I wear another mans clothing, and I'm not like that, I'm loyal.

"But then why did you take out a top to sleep in before?" He tilts his head to the side in amusement, catching onto my lie.

"Oh, did I? Oops, I didn't mean to." I feign innocence and hope he buys the crap I'm selling.

"Okay, well the bathroom is right there and I'll get you up in the morning for school." He strictly confirms, turning towards the door, and my head spins from his instant change of mood.

"Yes, dad." I laugh as he walks out of the room, and for some reason I get a pang of disappointment in my stomach when I don't hear him laugh back. Gosh Isabella, stop being so sensitive.

I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth, rinse my face and change into my pajamas, deciding on wearing the top because the most uncomfortable thing for a girl to do is sleep in her bra. And I don't particularly feel comfortable sleeping topless when I know Zayn will be my human alarm clock tomorrow morning.

With that I chuck my suitcase in a corner next to a bedside chair, I don't feel the need to unpack because tomorrow I'm just going to ask Jay if I can sleep at his house, and I don't particularly want to unpack to then pack again. I lay in bed and hide myself under the sheets, and with the thought of Jay in my mind, I drift into a much needed sleep.

Zayn's p.o.v.

The thought of her sleeping in my bed without me beside her aggravates me, but I know that I shouldn't push it since I don't want to scare her off, not now that I've just got hold of her. My next step now is to get rid of the boyfriend, maybe he could just accidently drive off of a cliff, that sounds good.

I'll talk to the boys tomorrow about how we will handle it, well, I'll talk to Callum, Michael and Ashton. I don't know what the hell is up with Luke right now but he's taking an interest to my girl and that isn't going to rub well with me. Weather its just in a friendly basis or not, it's not going to happen. End of.

"Night mate," Callum emerges from the kitchen snapping me out of my thoughts, giving me a small wave and I offer one back, setting myself down on the sofa since he was the last of them to go to sleep.

My hands lay by my side as I pat the quilt down around me, my mind wanders and of course, it finds the topic of Isabella. I know she was lying about her top, but I couldn't find it in me to call her out on it as I didn't want to arise another argument.

But fuck, the thought of her in just a bra, holy shit. I bite down on my lower lip as images come flying through my head at an immense pace, my cock unintentionally twitches at the thought of her body clinging to the floozy material. I slip my hand down my boxers, closing my eyes and imagining Isabella in front of me in all her glory, pleasuring herself for me. I increase my pace and allow my breaths to come out in short puffs, I carry on for a few minutes but as the image comes flying back to my brain I know that I can't hold it in anymore, her name continuously slips from my lips as I come close to my high-

"Zayn?" Well, shit.