Andrea's POV-
He loved pissing me off. As soon as i walked into the gym our eyes met and he sent me one of those sexy smirks. I rolled my eyes walking over to the punching bags, where he happened to be going as well. He bumped into me and i grunted punching his arm and he turned around. "Lets not start a fight today, Andrea" he growls coming towards me until my back was against the punching bag. His lips grazed my ear.
"But if we must, at least let me see your face while you make sex noises at me" he hisses in my ear, his hands gripping my waist like they once did. His head fell into my shoulder. He pushed away from me and a smirk lingered on his lips and he raised an eyebrow. I pushed at his bare chest and he chuckled. "This isn't funny, Zayn" i hiss and he shrugs. "Sure" he says.
"You can't stay away from me" he teases and i roll my eyes. "I can stay away from you" i state and he laughs. "I said, this isn't funny!" i yell at him and he shrugs again. "You are an awful person, Zayn" i lie, knowing i was still in love with him, despit his horrendus past.
His face becomes firm. "That what you think" he grunts, pushing passed me. "Zayn" i say, turning around and going to take his arm but he turns around, gripping my wrists, pushing me into the wall. My eyes widened. "Zayn let go" i say, but he doesn't. "Your father had no fucking right to go into my past like he did" he growled. "Im not who i was then, Andrea. I learned from what i did, but its all a touchy subject" he says, his grip on my wrists tighten, but then it slowly releases.
"Im sorry" he whispers, his thumbs running along my wrists. I feel a tear fall from my eyes, the pain on my wrists and in my back hurt like hell. He brought my wrists to his lips and kissed them gently. I felt my broken heart flutter. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Andrea" he says, his eyes scanning my wrists and i nod, pushing away from him.
I rubbed my wrists as i turned around. I grabbed my bag and i left the gym. I sat in my car, looking down at my slightly red wrists. It wasn't even that bad, i made it out to be worse then it was. It hurt, but it wasn't going to leave a bad mark.
I can't believe i told myself i loved him. I don't love anyone like that... only one person. I winced and sighed, rubbing my thighs. I turned on the radio and pulled out. I loved him. I really did love Zayn.
Everything about him. His lips. His Hair. His Eyes. That smirk that taunted me so. His skin. His laugh. His voice. His charm. His body. I couldn't get enough. But my father would kill us both. I pulled into a large pub downtown. I glanced at my clock. 11:43 PM. I growled and opened the door, getting out and walking up to the doors. I open the right door and walk in, walking over to the bar and getting a seat by myself, watching the singer on the stage.
"How old?" he asks "19" i say, showing him my ID and he nods "What to drink, ma'am?" he asks. "Whiskey shots" i say and he nods "How many?" he asks "6" i say and he raises an eyebrow and nods. He brings out 6 shot glasses, filling them with the whiskey i requested.
I saw a group of very hot guys smirking at me. "How does a little lady like you drink 6 shots of whiskey?" one of them asks and i shrug. "Im used to it" i say and he chuckles, sticking out his hand. "Anthony" he says and i shake his hand "Andrea" i say and he smiles "This is Jasper," he says pointing to a taller blonde boy and i smile, shaking his hand. "And this is Malchom" he says pointing to an brown haired guy. I smile, shaking his hand. "Well" i say, taking a shot of whiskey and drinking it.
"Well," i say, glancing at the very attractive blonde. He sends me a wink and i chuckle. "How old are you guys?" I ask "24" Jasper says "23" Anthony says "25" Malchom says and i chuckle. "Im 19" i say and they all hiss, causing me to laugh. "You don't do teens?" i ask and they all nod, "But i could make an exception" the blonde said and i chuckled. "I don't usually hook up with guys" I say and they shrug. "We wont pressure you into anything, but i must say you are absolutely stunning" Jasper says and i remember what Zayn said to me last night and i furrowed my eyebrows.
I stood up, taking my 5th shot and raising an eyebrow. "Im gonna leave" i say and they all shrug. "Bye, Andrea" i hear one of them say tauntingly and i furrow my eyebrows grabbing my keys and walking out to my car, looking at the clock. I curse. It's way past time for me to be home.
1:07 am. I quickly back out and drive home, quietly getting out and walking up to the front door and shutting the door quietly, only to have the lights turn on. "Andrea McKinley" my father growls and i sigh loudly turning around. "Where the hell have you been?" he asks "Out" i say "Where!?" he yells. "First i was at the gym.... and then i went to a pub" i hiss "Who where you at the gym with and who where you at the pub with?" he asks "I was at the Gym with Zayn, and i didn't go with anyone to the pub." i say.
"I fucking told you to stay away from that boy, he is a bad influence! And i forbid you to go to any pubs. You could get hurt!" he growls. My mother and brother sitting on the couch. "I can do what i want! Im old enough to defend myself!" i say, tears trickling down my cheeks. "Im tired of you controlling me!" i yell. "it's been 5 years dad! Get over it! I got over it. I'm fine! Im not scared anymore! You should get off my back! Let me do what i fucking want!" i yell
He became furious, "You just can't except the fact that im going to leave you and mom here to become old! That i will live a life that you couldn't because you were forced into this career!" i hiss, causing him to slap me across the face, causing my mom to gasp. "Robert" she hisses, standing up and my brother does too.
I bit my lip, the pain stinging in my cheek as i turn around and open the door, slamming it and running down the steps, getting into my car and pulling out. I drove down the road, tears streaming down my cheeks.
I didn't know where to go. I pulled over and i rested my head on the steering wheel, tears dripping off my nose. I looked up, seeing Zayn's shirt in the seat next to me and i sighed, getting back on the road. I wiped my eyes as i drove downtown, arriving at his old apartment buildings.
I got my phone and i slammed the door, running up to the door and opening it, running up the stairs. I finally got to his door and i heard the TV playing in the living room, so i knocked on the door.
I heard footsteps and the door opened, revealing a tired, confused Zayn. "Andrea, what's wron-" but i shake my head, wrapping my arms around his neck and he is surprised but he slowly puts his arms around me, moving me into the apartment, shutting the door. "What's happened?" he asks, stroking my hair.
I open my mouth to speak but i let out a cry instead. "Shhh" he whispered, bending down and hooking his arm under my legs, carrying me into his bedroom, laying me down. "What happened to your cheek?" he asks, caressing it softly. "My dad hit me" i said and he furrowed his eyebrows.
-Zayn's POV-
She wrapped her arms around my neck again and i wrap my arms around her waist, leaning against the bed board, sitting in my lap. "Im sorry" i whisper, kissing her cheek softly. "Shh, Andrea" i whisper, "I don't really wanna talk about it tonight" she whispered, and i nod moving her head so i could look into her red eyes.
"You're still so beautiful" i mutter, and she smiles, looking down.
"You can stay here for as long as you want" i whisper and she smiles, looking down and crawling over to the opposite side of the bed. "Take off your clothes" i say and she raises an eyebrow. "Trust me" i say and she nods, as i walk over to my closet, taking out one of my shirts and i turn around, finding her struggling with the buttons on her shirt because her hands were shaking.
"Here" i whisper, setting down the shirt and moving her hands. I un-do the buttons, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. I felt the urge to push her back and take her now, but i didn't. I stayed kneeling in front of her, my eyes scanned her body and i smiled, looking down as i handed her the shirt.
She slowly pulled it over her head and she inhaled. "I've always loved the way you smelled" she whispers and i chuckle, kissing her hand. "Sleep" i whisper and she nods. "Zayn" she whispers, leaning back and i look at her "I sorta.... drank to much, do you think i could get an Advil?" she asks and i chuckle, nodding. I walk into the kitchen and grab a water and some pills as i lean against the counter, turning off the tv.
I walk into the bedroom, handing her the pills and she thanks me, taking them. I slowly take off my sweats and i slid into bed next to her, and she moves into me, so her head rested on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her neck and she hiccuped a few times before i felt her fall asleep.
"Goodnight beautiful" i whisper, kissing the top of her head and smiling.
-Photos Of The Guys She Met At The Bar-
