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Chapter 15 Bump

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**Ava's POV**

He didn't know shit. His response didn't even make any sense. We weren't even talking about that. Of course I'd leave on 'my own accord'. It was whatever though, I wasn't going to argue with him in public.

"Alright fine. Can't I at least know your last name?" He asked me again. Zayn brought the glass of water to his lips, his eyes not leaving mine.

"Are you begging me?" I raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. I meant it as a joke but he took it the wrong way.

"I never beg." He stated. "Where the fuck is that waitress?"

"She said there was a mix up. Calm down."

Zayn did have a point. It was her job to make sure things were running efficiently but he didn't need to be a dick about it.

He knew what a jerk he was. I knew he only did it to piss me off. It was getting tiring.

"You've gone quiet." Zayn noticed. He wasn't glaring anymore. His features were soft.

"I'm done arguing with you for now." I told him. I took a sip of my water.

"Oooh, is that meant to be a threat? Should I be expecting something later?" Zayn threw his head back and laughed. Like, actually laughed.

"No! I'm just done right now. I'm hungry and I want to go home."

"We'll be home soon enough."

"I meant my own home." I snapped.

"Babe. You can't live there anymore." Zayn said on a more serious note. He lowered his voice and leaned in more on the table so I could hear.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, first off, I'd like to congratulate you on using a different word besides 'why?' for all your questions. Props to you."

I glared at him. The only reason why I had to ask was because he was so fucking vague all the time. He would never go into detail about anything.

"It's just not safe for you."

"And why's that?"

"You're associated with me. You aren't some random girl off the street, you're my girl. Which makes you a target for the people who don't like me."

"Which is a lot I'm guessing."

"Watch it. Just because we're in public doesn't mean I won't do anything." Zayn looked behind his shoulder for a quick second.

This was one of the main things that got me confused and also one of the main reasons I asked so many questions. I used to think that belonging to someone meant that you were with them emotionally. Emotionally, they had your heart and you had theirs. In most cases, the girl belonged to him, he belonged to her. Then there's also the fact that you can belong to someone meaning slavery and stuff like that. But this relationship with Zayn was neither of those. That's why it was so confusing. I didn't understand why I was wasting both his and my time being here. I didn't understand why I was being dragged into all this when it was clearly obvious Zayn wants nothing to do with me. I'm a toy for him. We argue but it's nothing very serious. He's nice to me only to get a laugh out of my reaction- yeah I caught onto the little game I'm not an idiot. He'll hit me and kick me but it's not like he's taking out all his anger on me. There is no doubt in my mind that he could easily do worse. His bare hands alone would be enough to kill me.

But now I can't go home because of him. Because of him I'm somehow mixed in with something. For what? There is no point in me being here. I wasn't here for the reasons most girls would be here for. So then why was I here?