Bullied or Loved. (Zayn Malik)

/Chapter Thirty Six\

Kayla's POV:

Holy mother. Zayn had sex with my cousin, Robin! Oh my god, how should I react to this?! When Robin told me, I was frozen. Frozen as the words hit me like ice cubs....making me freeze. See, I don't even make sense!

"Kayla? Hello?!" Robin said as she snapped her fingers in front of me, bringing me back to horrible reality.

"Oh Robin...I think you should confront him." I say awkwardly while scratching my head.

She gave me a straight face. "Confront him?" She said with a sassy tone as she crossed her arms.

"Well yeah." I said.

"Ok, confront him and tell him what?" She said curiously with a splash of rudeness. If that's a word?

Right. What will she say? "Talk to him and-" I stopped when I saw the expression on my cousins face.

Pure stupidity. She can never say it. Well she could but it's obviously going to come out wrong. "You know what Rob? I'll just tell him for you, maybe after breakfast." I said and shot her a fake smile while returning back to the table. Aunt at the stove as usual. I sat down, my eyes glued to Zayn. Him...having sex with...Robin? It just seems wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

"Don't call me Rob! It makes me feel like a old plumber..." Robin said as she sat down next to me. I rolled my eyes.

I stuffed the scrambled eggs in my mouth. My eyes occasionally met Zayn's, and that was awkward. I can't help myself. I can never get enough of his chocolate brown eyes. I can look at them all day.

Yes, I'll admit it. I still love Zayn. I never stopped. I can tell myself a thousand times I hate him, but my nose would grow longer and longer each time. Why? Because Pinocchio's nose always grew longer every time he lied, and if you haven't noticed by now, I'm lying. I can't hate him, I won't.

I can't keep my guard down, have to keep it up.

Anyways, I have to confront Zayn about this. I need to know exactly what happened, one way or another.

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I got up and followed Zayn to the sink where he placed his plate in it and washed his hands. I repeated the same actions. He quickly and quietly went up to his room without making any noise. Pfft, he's not getting away that easily. I dried my hands and made my way up the stairs. I came infront of Zayns room. 'Guest Room' I should say. He opened up and smiled. I returned the smile which was clearly exaggerated. I shoved pasted him into his room.

I stood in the middle of the room with my hands on my hips, waiting for him to close the door. He closed it and spin around coming towards me when I stopped him.

"Lock the door." I said impatiently. He turned around again and locked the wooden door. He came back again. I tapped my foot.

Like I'm the mom, punishing my child for stealing the last cookie in the jar, wish this problem was the same.

He stared at me with innocent eyes.

"Don't give me that bullshit!" I snapped at him which surprised him, based in his facial expressions.

"I know what you did with Robin." I said pacing around the room. "I know all about your dirty deed!"

He closed his eyes.

He sighed.

"Why do you care?" He said as his eyes shot open again.

Taken aback, "Because you fucked my cousin who is taken!" was my fiery response.