Revulsion [zm au]

Twenty Two.

(A/N) So, I've decided I'll have a vote goal. It'll be off how many TOTAL votes the story has. Once the goal is reached, i'll update. 

He was silent, which made me look up at him. 

I bit my lip as I stared at his expressionless face. The only thing that told me he was still alive was the slow blinking that his eyes did.

"What?" he said quietly, head cocking to the side.

I swallowed and glanced down at my thighs.

"Uh, I'm going-"

"Why?" he cut me off, his voice louder than before.

I took a deep breath, glancing up to see a shattered look on his face. 

My stomach burned with guilt and shame as he stared at me with confusion and hurt in his eyes.

"B-Because," I breathed out, unable to finish because I didn't exactly have a valid reason.

Within the blink of an eye his expression changed, anger and envy rolling off of him in waves. He pushed himself off the ground and began to pace back and forth. Both his hands began to attack his tousled hair, making messier than it already was.

"You do realize the boy is in love with you ya? That he's probably going to ask for your hand in marriage while you're there right?" he hollered, not even bothering to look at me as I slowly stood up.

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"No he won't." the words may have come out confidently, but there was a small part of me that knew that he just might.

Oh no. Just the thought of him asking me to marry him made my stomach churn. The fact that we are to be completely alone does not appease my trembling nerves.

Zayn stopped pacing, snapping his head in my direction so that his brown eyes were staring me down.

He sighed and shook his head, as if saddened by something.

"Elizabeth, please don't be so naive." he commented seriously.

I scowled, "I'm not being naive."

He ignored me and began pacing back and forth again.

"How long are you to be gone for?" he asked, wiggling his fingers anxiously in front of him.

"Just the weekend,"

He stopped and looked over at me, "So I won't see you next weekend?"

I nodded slowly, saddened by the fact.

"I'm sorry-"

He shook his head quickly, affectively cutting me off. "No it's fine, I understand."

I stayed silent for a moment, biting my lip harshly as I attempted to think of something to say. 

He sighed, walking away from me and stopping near the edge of the water. His back was turned to me as he gazed out at the water and the longer he stood there the guiltier I felt. I was a nice person, who never liked to hurt peoples feelings, which is majority of the reason I said yes to Liam, so seeing Zayn like this was eating away at me. I desperatley wished to comfort him some way, and I'm not saying in a physical way but to somehow ease the thoughts that are running through his mind at this moment. I know that all he can think about his Liam proposing to me and me possibly accepting. I know he thinks Liam just might try to kiss me, or hold me in his arms. I know that he is worried I will change my opinion of him and give in to Liam. 

I sigh in frustration, wishing that life could just be a tad simpler, where society could be more lenient.

"I just couldn't deal with Liam being upset...You didn't see his face when I had orginally rejected him." I explained, but to my dismay Zayn didn't respond and continued to stare out.

So I went on.

"I don't like when people are upset with me Zayn. It is something that tends to bother me to no end; knowing that someone is unhappy with me. I like to make sure everybody is content, otherwise it will be the only thing I am thinking about." I rambled, pushing my drying hair behind my ears.

His harsh chuckle rang through the air, "That's a bit hypocritical don't you think? Seeing as I am now upset with you?"

He turned around, a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"Uh," I paused, realizing how right he was. I clenched my jaw, beginning to grow frustrated with myself.

I exhaled, pushing my hair back, "Okay, I don't know!" I exclaimed in distress.

He stared at me, his eyes slowly move over my face before they dropped to my stomach and then to my feet.  He then looked away, itching the back of his neck and frowning slightly.

"I should get back." he said lowly.

My eyes widened, "Wait what! No, please don't!" 

I took a few steps forward, my hands reaching out to him. He quickly moved away, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking away.

I quickly moved after him, "Zayn please!" I cried desperatley.

I couldn't have him leave here upset with me, nor could I have him leave here at all. Honestly, he just got here.

I ran forward, cringing as my feet were impaled by sharp pebbles and rocks.  I made my way in front of him, quickly placing my hands on his chest to stop him fully.

He stopped immediatley knowing full well that he could easily push me out of the way if he wanted to.

"Elizabeth...I," he paused before shaking his head and moving around me. 

"Wait!" I called, but it was pointless because he just continued to walk away from me.

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It was Monday, and like every human out there, I was in a foul mood. I didn't have the patience to deal with my parents this morning so I decided to go downtown with Aria and go shopping. I knew that being in her presence would be better than anybody elses.

After purchasing a couple dresses we made our way to grab some lunch. Or at least I thought we were but Aria seemed to change plans, just like she always did.

"Oh Eliza please don't tell my parents or your parents for that matter!" she begged, continuing to yank me down the street.

I frowned at her words still confused as to what was going on. 

"Aria what in God's name is going on? Where are you bringing me!?" I questioned, gasping when I nearly tripped over my own feet.

She didn't stop her violent pulling as she spoke, "We're going to see Harry."

"What!?" I hollered, my eyes wide in disbelief. "You can't be serious?" 

She slowed her pace down, unlocking her grip from my arm.

"No, I am serious. I promised I'd come visit him today." she said casually, a little too casually may I add.

"Whatever happened to being afraid of getting caught?" I questioned,knowing how Aria used to be about seeing Harry. 

She scoffed, "I'm not afraid anymore. As long as I'm subtle about it then there is no worry." 

I frowned at her explanation, "Aria-"

She quickly shushed me before continuing, "I love him Eliza, and ever since that day when I saw him in the street-you know when you met him?- i haven't been able to stay away from him. I refuse to give up on him, okay?" 

She glanced at me from over her shoulder and instead of speaking I simply gave her a small nod, realizing her and I were more unlike than I ever thought.

 *IMPORTANT PLEASE READ*(A/N) Starting now I'm going to have a vote goal, and once that goal is reached I will update. I will base the vote goal off of the TOTAL amount of votes on the entire story. 

As of right now there are a total of 881 votes on the story, so the vote goal will be 965. Once that is reached, I will update.

Thank you to everyone who has supported me since the beginning of this story, I love you all to bits! -Lilly xx