“Oh come on Zayn!!! You know Niall and I are just friends!!” I shouted. Zayn’s chocolate brown eyes were dark with anger and rage. Zayn had seen Niall and I apparently getting “too close” when the guys and I were hanging out at the club tonight and insisted that we go home. “(Y/N) I know you’ve had a crush on him!!” “That was before I met you! You really think I’d fuck up our relationship like that?!” He glared at me with balled fists. Then, without warning, he grabbed my wrist and led me up the stairs. “Zayn what the-“ “Shut up.” He spat harshly and pushed me toward the bed. I turned and saw that he had locked the bedroom door and I gulped. “Zayn-“ He glared in my direction and I looked down, biting my lip. Zayn was never usually this mad, but I guess there’s a first time for everything huh? Zayn pulled off the black shirt he was wearing, exposing his tan caramel chest blotted with black tattoos that I loved to trace. I started to stand, but Zayn said, “Sit.” I sat back down, feeling myself getting wet at the sound of Zayn’s rough voice. He walked over to me, slowly, taunting almost. He cupped my chin in between his fingers and smirked. “I think you need to realize who you belong to hm?” Then, I was lying on my back with Zayn on top of me and his hands clamped around my wrists.
I tried to move, but Zayn had a good grip on my wrist and was too strong to just shove off. “I never thought I would have to do this.” He muttered and I felt his lips on my neck. Sucking, biting, licking. I thrashed a bit at the small amounts of pain whenever Zayn bit too hard. His lips moved down to my chest and his hands momentarily left my wrists to rip off my shirt. I gasped softly. Zayn was never this rough. I mean yeah what boyfriend didn’t get a little rough with their girl? But Zayn…As he pulled off my bra, his hands went back to my wrists and I sucked in a small breath at the small pain. Zayn licked at my nipple before biting it. Hard. I let out a scream and thrashed around, trying to get Zayn off. But Zayn must’ve mistaken it as a moan because he didn’t stop. Back and forth between each breast, he bit down on the nipple harder and harder each time. Tears welled in my eyes and spilled out and down my cheeks. “Zayn let me go!” I shouted. Zayn looked up at me with a smirk, but that smirk instantly faded when he saw that I was crying. The lust and anger in his eyes had subsided. “(Y/N)…baby what wrong?” He asked. “Just get off me Zayn.” I whispered. His hands left my wrists and I rubbed them, wincing. Bruises had formed my wrists in the shape of a handprint. His hand reached out to wipe my tears, but I flinched and wiped them away. “(Y/N) please talk to me. What’s the matter?” “You were too rough this time Zayn. Way too rough.” Zayn looked at me and then looked down at the bed sheets. “Baby I’m so sorry. I-I guess I let the jealousy take over…” He tried to tough my shoulder but I turned away from him. “I think you should go.” I whispered, staring at the headboard. “(Y/N)-“ “Just go Zayn. You’re the last person I want to see right now.” I snapped. Silence. Then I heard the bed creak and my bedroom door unlock and close. It was only then that I started to cry. Through my tears, I stood up and pulled on a white shirt before crawling under my covers and crying myself to sleep.
Sunlight crashed through my window and I groaned softly. Turning in my sleep, I groggily opened my eyes to find Zayn standing in the doorway with a tray in his hands. “Can I come in?” He asked softly. I sat up and nodded, rubbing my eyes. He walked in and set the tray in front of me. He was wearing the same clothes from last night and there were small dark circles around his eyes and his hair looked a mess. Pancakes and bacon were on the tray, along with some orange juice. I looked up at him and he sighed. “I know that words won’t even begin to express how sorry I am about last night…and I know this won’t help either…but it’s a start…right?” I blinked and he sighed again. “(Y/N)…baby I am so sorry. I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you.” “I know Zayn…” His head snapped up at my words. “Just…not too rough next time yeah?” A smile crossed his face and he nodded. “Yeah. I love you.” He said and kissed my cheek. “Love you too Zayn.”
