The Break Down

17.

(Taylor's POV)

"Christ Tay, leave some for everyone else!" Josh shouts at me as I grab my fifth biscuit. I raise my brow at him and shake my head. "Frick off bro." He laughs and my mom takes my biscuit and I whine.

"Why?!?" I pout and Kaylin holds her stomach laughing. "You've had five God damn biscuits girl, that's enough."
I grumbled under my breath. "Well I would've had five...and it's never enough." I scowl and eat my food angrily.

Everyone laughs and I smile to myself. Nobody realizes I smuggled some in a napkin and they are hidden in my lap. Jokes on you bitches....I feel Zayn's hand tap my thigh gently and I ignore it till he gets more persistent.

I glare up at him discreetly and he raises his eyebrows at me in a scolding way. I glare harshly and he rolls his eyes and nods his head towards the kitchen, I shake my head and he presses his lips to a thin line not liking my answer.

He clears his throat and says, "hey I'm gonna go get more Pepsi, any one else want anything?" I glare and sigh at my plate of food. Kaylin asks for a water and he nods. He stands up and looks down at me, "hey babe can you help me carry them out?"

I look up at him and say, "I'm actually going to use the restroom so ill be right back." He glares and says, "oh I see." If he thinks he's getting me that easy he's got the wrong one.

I excuse myself to the bathroom and when I get up there I close and lock the door behind me. I look at myself in the mirror and realize how different I look now. Instead of my short red hair it's now long and back to my natural brown with natural calico highlights.

My face is thinner, thighs toned, lost weight but still healthy. I'm just...a better version of myself then what I was before. I wash my hands and sniff. I dry then then unlock and open the door. I step out and look up only to be face to face with my husband.

I roll my eyes and walk past him but he grabs my arm and zooms into a room locking the door. "Zayn-" he turns around and back me into a wall. "Shh." I look at him confused. "What-" he places his finger on my lips and I look up at him. Zayn smirks down at me and says, "just shhh."

I wait for him to speak but he doesn't he just stares at me and his finger traces over my lips, leaving a burning behind it. "Did you think I wasn't going to be pissed at you for what you just pulled?" He whispers in a throaty tone to me.

I glare and he presses his hips to mine and says, "that!.....that face, it gets me every time. Your kind eyes narrowing into a thin line of anger, and hurt." I let my eyes soften and the wonder to the floor finding it suddenly intriguing.

"And this...my baby girl sad, broken, and vulnerable." He lifts my chin up to him. His eyes find mine and he smiles slightly. "But never weak, defeated...or dull. My favorite sight." His eyes wonder my body and I shudder.

He runs his hands down my arms and pushes further against me. "We are going to talk later. Not now because we are having a good time." I look away a rip my arms out of his grasp. He grabs my wrist and I look down.

"This is the only way I can get to you eh?" I rip my wrist away and glare at him feeling sadness and anger. "Fuck off Zayn. You snapped at me earlier not the other way around." I walked closer to him so we were face to face and he smirks slightly.

"And if you think for one second that I'm not pissed at you..then you've got the wrong one." He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in tight and I struggle. "And you should be. But just know that...you look sexy as fuck angry and it's turning me on."

I push him away and slap his as hard as I can which only makes his eyes flicker. "What the fuck is your problem?!?" He laughs and says, "nothing baby, I just wanna have some fun." I back away and he comes closer.