Monsters Inside Him (Completed)

Chapter 39: Pleasure

Chapter 39: Pleasure

“And I set fire, to the rain!

And I threw u-u-us into-”

“Hey, Darlin’!” Zayn interrupted my wonderful solo as I made our bed. I looked over to him with a smile, but it immediately fell from my face as I saw how he was looking at me.

There was a pure sadness in his eyes and his mouth was set in what looked like a permanent frown.

“Yeah?” I asked him apprehensively, standing up straighter and cocking my head to the side.

“Can I talk to you a moment?” He asked me, stepping into our bedroom and looking me over longingly. I nodded, with my brow furrowed in confusion. I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know what he was about to say.

He motioned for me to sit down on the bed, and I complied without breaking our eyes apart from each other.

“What’s going on, Zayn?” I asked him quietly. He knelt in front of me and took my smaller hands in his larger ones.

“I need to ask you something.” He informed me. I nodded for him to continue, words not coming to my mouth. He was scaring me.

“Do you remember what you told me a few weeks ago? You said that if I lay another hand on you that you’d leave me… Do you remember that?” He leaned towards me, his whole face twisted in desperation.

“Y-yes,” I whispered.

“Darlin’, last week you were there for me when I needed you and I can’t thank you enough. You’re honestly the most perfect person in the world for me. But… But that doesn’t change the fact that I hurt you, Hannah. I really hurt you.” His fingers trailed over the fading bruise on my eye.

“Zayn- you can’t be serious. You were grieving and emotional-”

“That shouldn’t matter. Darlin’, don’t you ever give me an excuse to hit you.” He scolded me, but I just stared back at him utterly lost.

“I need you to hear me out before you completely freak. Yeah?” His words came out slow and cautiously. He gave my palm a gentle squeeze in reassurance. He took my unsure silence as encouragement to continue.

“Hannah, I love you. I’ve never loved someone before as much as I love you. I want to give you everything you want, everything you need, I want to give you happiness and protection. I-I just… I can’t even describe how much I love you.” He struggled with his words. It doesn’t take a genius to know that Zayn isn’t an expressive guy. It was impossible for him to even say he cared for me more than some worthless street slut, so I knew for him to say all those things must have been tough.

“Zayn-”

“Darlin’, let me finish. Please.” He begged me. I bit my lip and let him continue. Whatever he was about to say wasn’t going to be good. I just knew it. A knot of uneasiness formed in my gut.

“I want to be that guy that can do everything for you. But I can’t. I’m not that guy. I can’t give you all of that. I can’t give you happiness and I can barely protect you from myself.” I ripped my hands from his and covered my mouth just as a gasp escaped. Tears formed in my eyes once I realized what was going on.

He was breaking up with me.

Holy shit.

Zayn Malik was breaking up with me.

“Darlin’, oh please don’t cry. Please, please don’t cry.” He whispered, catching the traitor tears that spilled onto my cheeks on his fingertips. I shook his hand away from me and looked down at the floor.