Ordained

Chapter Four

*chapter contains sexual reference and swearing*

Walk Away

It was about six or seven at night when we arrived back in London. It was beginning to darken, and the air was cold. Zayn parked the car by the curb outside his house, he was first to undo his seatbelt and exit the car to retrieve the luggage from the back seats. I slowly followed, quite reluctant to say anything or do anything around him after he snapped at me back on the road.

I stretched my back once I closed the door, feeling a little relief as I breathed in the fresh air. It had been at least an hour and a half since we last stopped for a break, so I was in need of a good refresher.

"Orla, will you take that suitcase and a bag and i'll take the rest?" Zayn asked opening the back door.

"Sure." I murmured, opening the opposite door.

"Thanks." he said quietly.

I pulled out my suitcase and reached for a small bag which I assumed had essentials in, only when I barely gripped the handle, Zayn's large hands ripped the bag from my grasp. I jumped, gasping, looking up to meet his fierce eyes. "Not that one." he warned lowly. I nodded as he quickly retrieved the bag almost like his life depended on it. I swallowed a lump in my throat and reached for my own bag I recognized. Zayn watched me carefully as I pulled out of the back seat looking left to right for any passing cars. I closed the door, walking around the boot of the car onto the curb with my suitcase and bag in hand. Zayn made a couple of steps towards me, stopping me in my tracks and wrapping his free arm around my abdomen tightly. "Thank you." He repeated, leaning forward and gently pecking my cheek. I was frightened, I didn't know why, I didn't understand what was wrong with him lately. He's crazy.

I smiled warmly and nodded, getting a better grip on the luggage and proceeding to the front door.

I approached the entrance an knocked three times. There didn't seem to be any movement on the other side of the door, I was puzzled as to why. I was about to knock again when Zayn's voice interrupted my action; "No ones home. There won't be for a few weeks now." Zayn approached empty handed with a smug smirk upon his face. He was planting his mobile phone into his pocket when he reached me at the front door, he simply bent down and lifted a flower pot, retrieving a house key cello taped onto the other side. I'm assuming Zayn's mother knew Zayn would be back when he said he would. I still remained to look puzzled, I Zayn glanced at my face and said "The family have gone on holiday for a few weeks. They let me know don't worry about that." I felt guilt slowly build up in the pit of my stomach.

"Did they not want you to go with them?"

"Yeah of course," he nodded turning the key in the lock. "I was just busy." Zayn smiled pushing the door to open up then gently taking the luggage from my grasp. "We'll get the rest of your things from the car either later or tomorrow, it's about time we had some time to ourselves." Zayn winked cheekily.

My cheeks reddened at his implication, I wasn't expecting it yet I was quite excited. "After you." he smirked nodding for me to enter. I mirrored his expression, his eyes beginning to trail down my body as I walked past him. "Mmmm.." I heard him say seductively in my ear. I giggled unattractively as I entered the house, Zayn close behind. I turned to face him when I was inside the familiar surroundings, Zayn slammed the door shut with his foot and dropped the luggage with a thud; sparing no time to grab my face and kiss me with such hunger.

My hands automatically tangled themselves in his hair as he swiveled me around and pushed me into the front door with a slight bang, I winced only slightly, the pain overpowered by his sloppy kisses over my neck and collar bones. He bent down, gripping the back of my thighs indicating for me to jump, I did so with no reluctance.