Revulsion [zm au]

Twelve.

It was silent between the two of us as we sat in the living area. I wasn't sure what to say, and by the look on his face, he wasn't either.

"How is your tea?" I asked, unable to stand the tense silence that had settled upon us.
He paused, stopping himself from bringing the rim to his lips. His large hand was wrapped around the small cup, making it clear that he didn't know how to hold a tea cup properly.
I don't understand why I found it so amusing.
"Lovely. Thank you." he answered carefully.
I nodded, feeling satisfied.
"I should just let you go home. I don't see reason as to why you should continue working in this weather." I stated, looking out the large window. I frowned as I noticed the rain had started up again, only this time it was actually down pouring.
"It's no big deal. I don't mind the rain much. If anything, it's refreshing." he said, placing his cup down on the side table.
"Refreshing ? I find it quite the opposite." I replied, disgust in my voice.
He seemed to take interest, most likely relieved that we were conversing and not sitting in an awkward silence.
"You do not enjoy the rain?" he asked, leaning forward so that his elbows were set on his knees.
I shook my head, smoothing my dress out as I crossed my legs.
Zayn's lip twitched, as if suddenly amused.
"I only like warm and dry environments ." I said, putting my hair behind my ear.
"It seems we have different opinions." he replied, his eyes examining me.
I squirmed slightly, feeling weird under his gaze.
It was silent for a few seconds, the two of us simply staring at each other.
"Are you courting Mr Payne ?" he asked suddenly, the muscles in his face tightening.
I blinked, surprised by the random question.

Why was he so curious about mine and Liam's relationship? If anything it was quite inappropriate of him to ask.

I cleared my throat, "As of right now, no."  Giving him a vague answer was probably best.

He nodded, keeping silent. He shifted his gaze to his fingers, which he began to pick at furiously. I noticed how calloused and cut up his hands were. They were the complete opposite of Liam's smooth clean ones.

"I heard he's a rich man." he stated solemnly, continuing to stare at his ripped cuticles.

I itched the side of my jaw uncomfortably, "Yeah, his father is quite the buisnessman. As is he."

He stayed silent, his face crestfallen.

"Are you alright-"

"He's very much interested in you, is he not?" he cut me off, his eyes meeting my own.

I swallowed, my cheeks burning up suddenly.

I chuckled slightly, trying to ease my discomfort from his questions. "Uh, yes. He has been interested in me for years actually."

He stared at me for a moment, his fingers ceasing their presvious actions.

"Are you interested in him?" the tone of his voice was soft and hesitant.

I suddenly felt like a young girl again; shy and unsure of myself.

"I-I'm not sure." I answered honestly. 

I mean, I did have a budding crush on him, but that didn't necessarily mean I was 'interested' in him. Right?

Zayn laughed, except it wasn't genuine or friendly, instead it was sarcastic and mocking.

I frowned, "Why is that funny?"

His laughter ceased, his facial expression becoming serious. "Nothing."

I stared at him in confusion, and to my dismay he refused to make eye contact, finding interest in the rain pelting against the window.

"Zayn? Why were you laughing?" I questioned, frowning at him.

I didn't like being mocked or made fun of. And at the moment I felt as if Zayn was doing just that. I don't know why either, which is why it really bothered me.

He took a deep breath, before standing up. "It was nothing. I should probably get back to work. Thank you again for the tea." he said politley.

I jolted up, not expecting him to want to leave so quickly.

His laughter from before was still bugging me, and I couldn't help the sudden irritation that hit me.

"No wait." I ordered, glad to actually have authority over him. I mean, he did work for me right?

He stopped,shoving his hands into his pockets and staring down at the floor. He actually looked a bit ashamed of his previous actions.

"Why were you laughing?" I asked taking a few steps towards him.

He stayed silent, drawing an invisible pattern on the floor with his shoe.

"Zayn-"

"I"m sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. Nothing was funny." he answered, stepping back to leave again.

I blinked in confusion.

He began walking to the foyer but I was quick to catch up to him. "Now wait just a minute." I called, my heels clicking in front of me as I ran up, placing my palm flat against his chest.

His warm, hard chest.

He froze, staring down at me with wide eyes when he noticed our contact.

I swallowed, hesitantly pulling my hand back.

"Just tell me." I said, staring deeply into his eyes.

His features were soft as he gazed down at me. His lips looked so soft up close, a sharp contrast to the rough stubble that was dusted along his jaw and chin.

"Elizabeth," he began, my name slipping from his lips smoothly, "you either are interested or you're not interested. There is no 'in-between'." he explained, his words seeming like they hold some deep meaning.

I stared at him a moment, the sudden urge to kiss him hitting me.

"Goodbye Elizabeth." he said, using my name again as if wanting to become familiar with it.

Without waiting for my response, he opened the door and walked into the pouring rain.

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