HIGH

Chapter 41. Tie

***AVA’S POV***

Zayn followed me into the room and sat on the bed. He watched me with thoughtful eyes while I decided on which dress to show him. I chose the red one first, hoping that he’d like the red dress so much I wouldn’t need to try on the black one. The black one was too revealing. I’d rather be pulling up my dress than being stared at for my boobs hanging out. 

I walked into the closet and stripped myself of Zayn’s clothes. I pulled the red dress over my head. It took me a second to shimmy myself all the way in. Making sure everything was secure and in place. I smoothed the dress down. The material was nice on my skin. It was more comfortable than I had thought. 

“Almost done?” Zayn called, annoyance clear in his tone. I wordlessly opened the closet door and made my over to him. 

I stood there awkwardly in front of him waiting for an opinion or some form encouragement. 

Zayn’s eyes roamed my body. He looked me up and down multiple times before saying anything. His lips were pursed together while his fingers played absent mindedly with his upper lip. I cleared my throat. 

“Do you have another option?” As usual, no emotion played on his face. He looked at me blankly. 

“Yes, um, Sir. I told you I have two options. Should I try it on?” 

Zayn nodded. 

I turned on my heel, grabbing the black dress. I gripped the lacy fabric in my hand. This dress made me extremely self-conscious. It showed off every little curve, every imperfection I had on my body. The extra bit of fat that lived on my hips, the small bump of my stomach. My thighs were squished together creating an unflattering picture. I could feel the humiliation and embarrassment within each part of my body. I hated this dress. I reminded myself multiple times that Zayn had seen me completely naked. I shouldn’t need to worry about the dress. He even complimented me. 

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to seek Zayn’s opinion. I hadn’t even fully made back out to the room but Zayn’s widened eyes suddenly caught hold of mine. They flickered across then down to the tight, revealing dress on me. 

“No. Take it off right now.” Zayn snapped. He stood up, nearly falling backwards because of how fast he jumped. He swiveled his body so his back was facing me. A hand was clamped over his eyes. I was frozen with confusion. 

“What the fuck are you wearing? Are you insane? We’re going to a dinner. With people that I work with.” 

“I-I-”

“Fuck Ava. Take it off right now.” He growled. 

I hurried into the closet and changed back into Zayn’s clothes. I crumpled up the disgusting article of clothing and threw it deeper into the closet. 

I didn’t instantly go to Zayn’s clothes for comfort. I took a few deep breaths. Zayn was upset. I had to be calm. I’ve figured the only way to get anywhere with Zayn, or avoid being hit, was to be calm. As much as I might have wanted to, I can’t yell back. I pulled his clothes on then opened the door for the last time. I would refuse to try on either dress again if he asked. And I was wearing the red dress even if he was against it. Based off his reaction though I think it’s safe to say I’d be wearing the red one. 

He was standing next to the bed with his eyes squeezed shut. His index finger and thumb pinched the bridge of his nose in irritancy and I knew that, for whatever reason, I was in trouble. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” 

The question leaves his lips in short, quick breaths. I keep my eyes on the floor not wanting to piss him off any further. I hear his feet thump along the floor until he stops directly in front of me. His feet are in my line of vision, only a foot away from my own bare feet.