Arrogance | Z.M

Three

Anastasia Carras

A few days had passed now, and the weekend finally arrived. Zayn hadn't really spoken much since our encounter in his car the other day, and he barely looked me in the eye. However, I wasn't complaining, it mean't that Zayn would let me be for a while.

After I got home the other day however, my parents and the Malik's weren't mad, which kind of made me question Zayn's sudden outburst that he unleashed on me. My parents were understanding, and didn't mind as long as I was safe, and well Trisha was just thankful I didn't wander off.

I couldn't help but think about what Zayn had said to me though, and the way he spoke to me. Every time I thought about it, my blood boiled and my anger rose. Immediately after it happened, I told Amarni about it, to which she believed Zayn was a little jealous, however her thought was the least possible feeling Zayn would feel towards me, not once could I picture Zayn being jealous because I had a social interaction with a really, really cute guy.

I also told Amarni about Harry, she gushed even more about him and begged me to spill every little detail. So I told her how I felt, and even then talking about him made me feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

I snuggled on the sun chair outside, in my blanket and continued to read the last of my book that I brought up here for the summer. The sun wasn't too strong today, but it was warm enough to wear my silk dress that I wore to bed the previous night. My parents had gone out for breakfast with both Yaser and Trisha, which mean't I could have some quiet time to myself.

Sipping on my green tea, I read the last page of the Help, and began to sigh in relief. What a book I thought to myself.

Shutting the book, I placed it on the wicker table next to me, and began to look out into the ocean, something that was so wonderful about this house.

Our beach house was situated between the main part of Brighton and Hove, but our house was on top of a slight hill which gave us an easy view of the ocean which was so nice to wake up to every morning.

I heard the sliding door open, knowing it wouldn't be my parents just yet. My stomach dropped knowing exactly who it was. Zayn walked over, and took a seat on the sun lounge closest to me as possible, lighting up a cigarette purposely to irritate me.

I pinched my nose at the toxic smell, but Zayn continued to ignore, taking a drag of his cigarette between his lips, and proceeding to blow the smoke in my direction.

"So...." Zayn trailed off, relaxing his arm lazily against the rest of the chair, looking in my direction. I looked at him in confusion, this was the first time i've head him speak in a few days so I was taken aback by his urge to converse.

"What?" I said annoyingly, closing my eyes and trying to soak up the warm sun. I heard Zayn lightly chuckle, probably because he could tell that I was annoyed that he decided to join me.

"Just wanted to say sorry for the other day.. didn't mean to raise my voice like that" He spoke quietly, now taking another drag of his cigarette. We both refused to look at each other at this point, but instead look out towards the ocean.

I wasn't really convinced by his apology though, Zayn had never really raised his voice like that to me before, and it was really off putting to say the least.

"Yeah, well thanks but I don't need your apology, doesn't change the fact that you're still a dick" I spat, and I could tell Zayn winced at the comment, because now he was definitely shooting daggers straight towards me however I refused to look at him, instead I smiled to myself, knowing I wasn't going to tolerate the way he treated me.