Talk dirty [Zayn Malik]

You won't hurt her?

You know those times when your heart is telling you one thing, but your head is telling you the opposite? Even though you know your head will always be right, you can't help but follow your heart. Well, right now my head is telling me to forget. Forget Zayn, Jc and my past, but my heart is telling me to call. Call Zayn, and ask more questions, have a proper conversation and sort this out. 

Even though it pains me to admit, I already miss Zayn and in a twisted way, I wish I never found out about all of this. 

It's ringing. 

"Hello?" I answer when he picks up, but doesn't answer. 

"Hey Carly." The voice sends chills down my spine. 

"I called to speak to Zayn." I keep my voice calm and try not to let my terror show through. 

"He can't talk right now, got a message I can give him?" I can imagine a smirk plastered all over his face, Zayn is probably perfectly able to talk right now. 

"No. It's not important." I brush it off and think about hanging up, for some reason the phone stays glued to my ear.

"Do you remember my voice, Carly?" Yeah, I do and it makes me sick.

"I didn't call to talk to you."

"Don't you miss me?"

"No." 

"Carly, I am the reason you are who you are. You know that?" His voice scares me.

"No, I am the reason. You're nothing to me Jc." 

"C'mon Carly, you don't mean that."

"Yeah, yeah I do. I mean everything I have ever said to you." 

"You've said you love me." He reminds me.

"I did, not anymore though." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"I hate you, Jc. I never want to see you, hear from you or be near you ever again." Probably not the best thing I could have said..

"You're closer to me than you think, and Zayn." I stay silent, "If you really feel anything for Zayn, you would care about what he's up to right now, yes?" 

"I don't know how I feel about Zayn right now." I gulp.

"I know you like him, cut the crap Carls. Look, come to the place we first met and lets just sort this out. You're sick of it, so am I - Zayn probably wants it over too." He laughs to himself, he better not have hurt Zayn. 

"Fine. I'll come, on one condition." I wasn't prepared with any condition. 

"Yeah... What is it?" He calls down the line. 

"Oh, um... you don't hurt Zayn." I don't know why that was my idea, but I guess making sure no one got hurt in this was a way forward.

"Okay." He chuckles like he used to when we first met, "C'mon then, we're waiting." I hear a slight mumble around him but I assume it's Zayn, he's obviously there if Jc's on his phone. 

I pull on an outfit after a quick shower and head out, this needs to be over as soon as possible. Although, something in my gut was telling me Jc had changed, not because I still have feelings for him - HELL I DON'T - just, he sounded more like the guy I loved in the beginning. 

My mind's probably playing games with me. 

ZAYN'S POV.

"Shut it I said." He hisses at me as the call ends. He sounded so much more composed as he spoke to Carly, I can guess she knew about his drug and alcohol addiction. I was about to ask for my phone back but knew better, he took it as soon as I told him she dumped me. A few texts came through last night and he replied to them, pretending to be me. I can only imagine what Carly thinks she'll be  walking into soon, it'll be nothing like that though..