My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

Dropped

Jess POV
I spent for more than an hour, sitting on that container, my eyes turned heavy at the burden of all those tears, my brain was unable to vanish all that it thought about and I was still not able to believe what I saw. I could feel bags under my eyes, the freezing cold air breezed through my attire and I trembled, still unmoved.

I felt someone's presence by my side but I ignored it, still hugging myself to avoid cold and mostly to avoid the confrontation with a starnger now. Last time I did, it resulted in Kyle. After a minute or two, the person sitting right next to me lit a cigarette to his gold lighter. Clouds of smoke swirled through the air, causing me to cough slightly.

'So? How does it feel?'
I heard a gritty, rough voice that initially sounded familiar. I turned back to look at him. A tear escaped my eye at his sight but I wiped it off immeadiately. Without saying a word, I stood up.

'Come on, Jessica. Tell me.'
He said, still with the cigarette in his mouth.

'Don't call me that.'
I replied, stiffly.

'Why? Does that hurts you? Oh tell me what hurts more? Seeing me be someone else or seeing me be someone else's?
He asked, looking at me blankly.

'This was a nice move, huh?'

'Really? You like it? Who looked more hot, me or the girl?'
He asked, smiling but for the first time this smile did'nt pleased me. I hated it.

'I should probably leave and not destroy your night.'
I turned back and was about to leave when he grabbed my hand, clasping it tightly. For the first time his touch caused me pain.

'Zayn leave my hand.'
I pleaded.

'Oh that voice. I was missing my name from that voice. No other person says it the same way as you do.'

'Zayn, you're hurting me.'

'Am I? Tell me the feeling then. I need to know. Please?'

'You need to leave my hand, Okay?'

'I won't. Stop me.'
His grip on my hand turned more tighter, leaving red marks on my wrist. I moaned in pain.

'Now tell me what's pain to you?'

I remained silent, still struggling to get off from his grip.

'Tell me, does that make you want to cry? Tell me, when no one believes you and everybody thinks you're a liar, how does it feel?'

'I don't know, just get away from me.'
I screamed.

'Why? You asked me for it, didn't you? Wait what do you use to say, Zayniee I like waking up at this sight, I like waking next you, huh? Then what happened?'

'You know what the fuck happened, Okay?'
I shouted.
He grabbed me by my waist and hit me against the wall, sending electrifying chills all through my body. I felt  my body vibrating after he placed both his hands up to the wall, locking me up under his grip.

I could feel his warm and heavy breath against my neck.

'Should I come closer babe?'
He whipered, as he bit the corner of my ear, kissing it slightly.

'Zayn, please leave me, you're hurting me.'
I said with my voice shaking and tears enrolling into my eyes and reaching to my cheeks.

'No no babe, you always wanted it, didn't you? You want me as bad as I want you.'
He whispered, rubbing his fingers against my cheeks.

'Zayn, please leave me.'
I cried.

He came closer, about to reach to my lips when I pushed him back.