HIGH

Chapter 25 Acceptable

brvdfordmalik.tumblr.com*****

I want to get addicted to you*****

"I don't normally drink." Zayn continued. He sat a good length away from me. His words were still slurred and not quite pieced together. It was strange seeing him so content like this. The way he spoke was softer as if he was having an actual conversation with me. However, he wasn't looking towards me. He was staring straight across the room. Zayn was basically talking to himself right now. But I decided to test this. Maybe we actually could have a civilized conversation with one another.

"Why's that?" I studied his face, waiting for his jaw to clench in anger and his temper to rise. Instead of my predicted reaction, Zayn just stayed the way he was. Blank.

"Nothing good comes of it. Hell, the only reason I'm talking to you is because I downed like...well I don't exactly know how many I had but I didn't have a lot nor did I have a little...the point is that I'm talking to you because there's alcohol in my system."

"Why does nothing good come from it?"

If he was opening up about things I might as well try and get as much as I could out of him. It could even make him a bit more bearable.

Instead of him answering my question, he got up and left the room. His steps were heavy as he made his way out. I could hear him moving things around. Zayn returned with a bottle of alcohol. He placed himself at the end of the couch.

"I was never around good people at the time." He replied quietly.

I stared at him watching while he took a large swig of the sour liquid. Zayn set the bottle down between his knees, holding it in place. He glanced over at me with glazed eyes.

"Shit just happens I guess." Zayn shrugged his shoulders then retrieved the bottle. "There's nothing more to say than that."

Zayn continued to hold my stare. We looked at one another in silence.

Looking at one another was a seemingly big part of our 'relationship'. I wouldn't even call it a relationship. I had no idea what to call it actually.

Our whole association was looking at each other, fighting with each other, and then me being confused. We had nothing in common whatsoever. Our personalities were completely different. Zayn was confident and intimidating. I was smaller and weak. He was the type of person, who was around the type of people, I'd go to all ends of the earth to avoid. I'm pretty sure I was the same way with him too. We didn't fit together on any level. Unless you count physically. When we lie down at night together and he pulls me to him, we fit with one another like puzzle pieces. Our breathing is even in sync with each other. I'm not even sure why it happens. I'm not even sure if I like it. But then we wake up and everything is fighting or yelling, even beating (which I'm very grateful that hasn't happened lately). Zayn was right. I knew nothing about him nor him with me. I was water and he was oil; we don't mix. We don't click.

Of all people that Zayn could click with, have more in common with, why take- literally take- someone who is his polar opposite? This is all based off what has happened so far. Maybe we do have a something in common. If we do then I'm waiting to find out. I just can't picture myself sharing anything with him. I think I'd even rather not know if I did have something in common with him. It would only make it hard to hate him. That was something we did do well though, hate one another.

But why was I the one taken? I'm pretty sure there are a lot of other people who Zayn wouldn't fit with. He makes himself out to be the kind of person who can only stand a certain amount of people. Meaning those four other guys he 'works' with. I am not one of those people he can stand. He's made that clear. And I couldn't be more satisfied with it. I didn't want to be one of those people either. Obviously though, nothing that has recently happened has been based off my choices. All of them have been Zayn's. He was the one who brought me into this, who brought me to the whore house, who beat me. Zayn's doing. Not mine.