He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 30: Stay

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Zoe's POV




I'm in his room, trying to keep my eyes off of his sweaty upper body. I can make out the scent of him even though I'm sitting on his bed, and he's leaning against the doorway. He smells like cologne and man.

His sweatpants are hanging dangerously low on his hips, exposing his sharp v-line. By instinct I curl my toes and bite my lip, but curse myself for peeking again.

He hasn't said anything yet, he's just standing there looking rather tense, like he's searching for words. I just look at him. I don't know what to say either, but I feel like he better speak first since I came here for his sake, to let him apologize for what he did at the party.

He sighs and get a T-shirt from his drawer and puts it on. I can't help but feel a bit disappointed, and yet a bit relieved.
He sits down on the bed beside me, his body completely stiff, making sure not to touch me.

- "Just, whatever you think of me right now, know that I would never in my common sense make you.. sexually assault you, or anyone else for that matter," his voice sounds small and cautious, not like his usual lazy, confident - with a hint of arrogance - way of speaking.

He's playing with his fingers again, something I've found that he does when he's feeling uncomfortable or nervous. 

He's looking down on his hands, as if he's not used to apologizing for anything. His long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and I find it hard not to admire his flawless features.

- "Though I really, genuinely don't remember much of it. I was pretty stoned but that's no excuse, I know," He pauses again, still playing with his fingers and picking at his nails. "I really am sorry Zoe. I messed up," he looks me in the eyes this time. His mesmerizing brown eyes. "I really don't want you to be scared of me. I really care for you,".

He's still looking at me, waiting for me to say something. His eyebrows are slightly raised in hope.

- "What happened to your jaw," I only just notice the faint purple smudge on his left jawbone, like as if somebody hit him.

He reaches up to touch it with his fingers, smirking slightly.
- "I took a punch from your friend Harry,".

- "What!? He hit you!?" my jaw drops but Zayn just looks at me.
Harry hit Zayn!?



- "It's ok..I deserved it," he says with a casual shrug. "I would have done the same. But I can't really hit myself," he chuckles, but I don't, I'm still processing the fact that the cheeky curly haired boy hit Zayn. And why hasn't Harry said anything to me, he didn't even ask what exactly happened. He had had plenty of time to, since we've had almost every class together today.

- "So. Do you think you'll be able to forgive me? Once again.." He pulls an awkward face, making me smile."If I promise there'll be no more drugs?" he adds.

- "Promise? Not even when you're with your friends?"