Freeze (Punk Zayn Malik)

Chapter 9

My fist was stopped before making any contact with Harrys' face. His hand held my fist in a firm grip, but not firm enough to hurt. The emotion on his face was not only anger but hurt also. It was the hurt I saw in the mirror every morning for the first two years after my family had been murdered. What had happened while he was in London? 

"Harry" I whispered, he seemed to come back to reality and let go of my hand. Without another word or even a glimpse back, he walked out the door.

 I was left standing there, breathing heavily I may add. I couldn't believe I had just try to hit Harry. My best friend. Well, old best friend. 

I let out an aggravated huff and turned to my punching bag. I stared at it, thinking of everything that has made me upset or angry in the past few days. I snapped. I started furiously punching and kicking the bag, even just slapping it a few times. I felt hot tears streaming down my face that I didn't even realize I was holding in. I let out a small scream and laid my head on the bag, swaying back and forth with it. 

I heard the door to the basement open, I looked over and my eyes widened in surprise, it was Zayn. 

"I heard you scream, are you okay?!" He seemed to be rushing his words out, walking quickly over to where I stood. "Yeah, I'm fine." I wiped away a few of the tears that my cheeks hadn't absorbed. "It doesn't look like you're fine." He persisted, staring at me. "Well, I am, so you can go." I said that rather rudely, but didn't really care because it was just Zayn. It's not like he hasn't heard worse. "Sorry, I was just trying to help." I could see actual concern on his face. I tried to say something nice, but it seems my mouth was fighting against my brain. "I don't need your help." He narrowed his eyes. "Let me help you." Once again my mouth threw out whatever it wanted. "I said, I. Don't. Need. Your. Help. Zayn." In not even a second he had me up against the back wall, his face hovering so close to mine, I could feel his hot, minty breath. 

"You keep saying that Caroline, and I might actually start believing it." I looked anywhere I could, avoiding looking into his eyes. "Why would I say that if I didn't want you to believe it?" I decided to be brave and looked into his eyes. He clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes. "Maybe you don't realize that you need my help, but you do, did you ever think of that?" He has to be kidding. "I thought you said I should have never talked to you, huh, it almost seems like you want me to need your help Zayn." He scoffed, but I'm pretty sure I saw an emotion that looked like hope cross his face before he could cover it up. "Keep dreaming Princess." He removed his hands from the sides of my head and backed up a bit. "Don't call me that." I spat. He snickered and turned around walking towards the door. Before he got completely out of the door he looked over his shoulder. "Have a nice night Princess." And with that, he was out. 

*

I spent all of last night tossing and turning in my sheets, Harry had finally cut off that god awful music but something was keeping me up and I couldn't put my finger on what it was. 

I groaned as I heard a knock at my door. I looked over at my clock reading the time, 8:47 am, I had just gotten to sleep around 5 in the morning and was hoping to maybe be able to sleep until 3. I untangled myself from my blankets and basically limped over to the door. Another knock came and sounded a but impatient. "I'm coming!" I yelled. 

I opened my door without thinking to check the peep hole and was pushed inside by a crying Ashley. What the hell, Ashley was never up before 11. 

"D-Dylan brownke uput withds mde" Is what came out but I knew what she meant. 'Dylan broke up with me.' That little prick. "What why?!" I was beyond shocked, they were perfect for each other! "I-I don't know he just came home yesterday and said, I quote, 'We're through Ashley, go whore around with someone else'." She broke into another fit of sobs. I sat her down on the couch, taking a seat beside her, bringing her in for a hug. She laid her head on my shoulder just letting it all out, Ashley was way more sensitive than I was. She even cried when I ate the last piece of pizza once. Yeah, she's that girl. "Hey, shhh, babe it will get better okay? He was just some jerk looking for a booty call." I gently rubbed her back. She sniffled and removed her head from my shoulder, nodding in agreement. "You're right." She sighed, looking down at her feet. "I'm going to go get you a glass of water okay." I smiled at her as I got up to go to the kitchen, to my surprise, she sent one back. 

I grabbed a plastic cup from one of the cabinets and filled it with water. I heard a knock on my door and yelled to Ashley that she could get it. 

I walked back into the living room, hearing Ashley having a conversation with the visitor, freezing in my tracks when I recognized who it was. Of course it just had to be Zayn. I walked over to the door and handed Ashley her water. "Thanks." She mumbled and retreated to the kitchen, figuring I wanted to talk to Zayn alone. 

"What are you doing here?" I demanded. "Oh, nothing, just wanted to see my Princess." He smirked at the nickname he gave me, which he knew I hated. I rolled my eyes and was about to shut the door on him, when he stuck his foot in the way.

I opened the door again, rolling my eyes. "Yes, Zayn?" "Go out with me." Ok, I was more shocked than I was when I heard that Dylan had broken up with Ashley. "I-I" My stuttering only made his smirk grow wider, making my urge to smack him bigger. 

"No." The smirk left his face. His eyes grew darker, making me take a step back.

"Why, Caroline." He inched his face closer to mine, making my breath hitch in my throat. "Y-You said t-that I should have n-never talked to you in t-the first plac-ce" I managed to get that out, still sounding like a complete idiot but at least I spoke. "You shouldn't have, but that doesn't mean I didn't want you to." His face was completely serious, there wasn't one sign of him joking.

"What if I-I just d-don't want to?" I mentally slapped myself for my stupid mouth. 

"Then I'll make you."