Alina P.O.V
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Every time I remember last night's event my cheeks redden with embarrassment. I've had a few guys or ex-boyfriends go down there a couple of times but no one had ever had me panting like Zayn did. I giggled like a school girl. I'm so self-conscious to leave my room since I don't want to look unattractive. I want Zayn to want me.
It's pretty stupid which I whole-heartedly agree with. Problem is that I don't care anymore. Nothing that's happened to me in these last two months is normal. I just feel something whenever I'm around Zayn that makes me want to go back over and over.
I catch myself smiling in the mirror as I realize what's happening to me. Then it turns into a laughter fit.
I have a crush on Zayn. A big fat school yard crush on him and he kidnapped me! Took me out of my life to bring me into this new one. Literally mistreated me every step of the way till we got here. Left me when I sort of needed him the most. Yet I still feel something when he's near me.
This only makes me laugh even harder because I've officially lost it. I ended up liking one of the men I swore to get revenge on. Reminding myself of it makes my blood heat up. I could never betray myself no matter what feelings I developed towards anyone. I get off of my chair and finally head out into the house. If I stay in my room any longer I'll end up bitter. I want to enjoy any pleasure I receive from Zayn while I could. He really knew a lot when it came down to it.
I stop myself before entering the living room noticing Zayn. He was on the table with a mug of something and typing away at a laptop. If I could get my hands on that, I'd be able to communicate with my family, or friends about my whereabouts. After intaking that information my next focus is Zayn.
Everytime I sre him, his looks hit me just like the first time, making me weak at the knees. Today he's in black pants, a grey t-shirt, and denim jacket. He has on beige boots that nearly make me snort at the thought of it. Zayn in boots. Well at least manly ones. Definitely my favorite feature besides the eyes is his hair. Seems like he'd do anything with it and still would look amazing. Today it's styled in a high fringe with low fades. Just that makes his facial features much more attractive.
I continue walking after that moment but not towards Zayn rather into the kitchen. I had to have some dignity and make him work a little for it. A girl must never place herself on any guy's palm unless he was truly worth it. I get a bottle of pomegranate cranberry juice, which seems to be my favorite these days. I notice food but I opted to get one of the Caesar salads in the fridge. This chief made these so perfect it was hard not to get this instead of what he cooked for us to eat. After getting a fork I make my way to the table to sit down at the opposite end of the table, facing Zayn.
When I "casually" glance at him, he's alooking back at me with humor in his eyes.
"That juice and salad, are what I specifically request for me, yet you're the ones who eats, and drinks them all." Zayn says in a dry tone. I couldn't tell if he's being playful or actually annoyed with me.
"Big deal, you can always ask for more." I shrug digging into the salad. I raise my eyebrows when I notice the scowl on his lips. So he was annoyed, I make note of it.
"I respect your food items of choice. I ask you do the same with mine please." He mutters tersely going back to look at his screen.
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