Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen:

   His hand gently wipes my tears and my heart completely stops at his touch.

   "Don't do this." He repeats, grabbing my hand. "Don't cry." His free hand wipes away the tears that continue to fall down my face. "I don't understand why you're like this? Why would you even ask me that?"

  He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me close enough for him to kiss my cheek. I don't say anything, my emotions have the best of me, making me unable to form words.

  He lets go of my hand and stops the car, then stares at me. "Why would you think I'm done with you? Am I missing something?" His eye brows furrow as he stares and me with confusion in his eyes.

  I sit there for what feels like forever before I open my mouth, "I just thought because how you've been acting that you were done with me… since Carlito's not around, you don't have a reason to stay with me anyways." I keep my voice quiet and avoid eye contact. He doesn't speak.

  My mind races with a million thoughts. What if he didn't even think about that, and now I just planted it into his brain?

  He grabs my face and makes me look at him, catching me off guard. His eyes only a few inches from mine, staring deeply as his breath starts to hit my face, "I told you before, I'm not just going to leave you. Carlito may have been the reason we got together, but he's not the reason I stayed…you are. I actually like you." He slightly chuckles, "Is that so hard to believe?"

  I cant help but smile. At this point, I don't care if he means it or not… no one ever says anything like that to me. Before I can truly react, he leans forward and kisses me.

  I pull away and can't help but just stare at him for a moment.

He's so beautiful, I just can't help myself.

  I've had a crush on him for what feels like forever. I've always imagined what it would be like to touch his face or have his lips on mine… and somehow my fantasy became a reality. As I stare at him, I remember just a short while ago how his expressions were different.

  "Were you mad earlier? You know, when I didn't let you…" I finish the sentence incomplete not sure of how to finish it.

  He looks at me confused, "What?"

  "I mean, after I pushed you away when someone came to the door, you became irritated and seemed… mad." I start to hate myself as I realize that I'm changing the mood and probably shouldn't have even brought it up.

  His eyes get slightly big, "I'm sorry. That's not what it was at all." He looks at the steering wheel.

"Then what was it?" I say without thinking.

  "It's just…" He smiles slightly embarrassed and his cheeks become a light shade of red. "Nothing." He looks at me and it instantly makes me want to know.

"Tell me!" I push him slightly and he finally caves, "Okay, okay!"

  He turns toward me and has his cheeky smirk flashing towards me, "You just turned me on so much earlier, I couldn't control myself." He looks completely embarrassed. "I guess seeing how bad ass you are, just made me lose it." He laughs a little. "I had to compose myself… Looking back, it probably didn't come across as me being the nicest… maybe I should've told you or something." His face becomes more serious as he continues, "I didn't mean to make you think I don't want to be with you, because trust me, I do."

  He laughs weakly and grabs my hand again, "If I didn't act like how I did, then I would have never finished the job…and then we would've got caught."