Perrie
"Babe?" I ask when I hear the door slam closed.
Its 4 in the morning and Zayn is just getting home.
"fucks sake, you scared me," he sighs, kicking off his shoes.
"its really late," I say, crossing my arms.
"oh please, don't baby me," he rolls his eyes, stumbling towards me.
"are you drunk?" I slightly raise my voice.
this has been going on for the past couple nights, and im tired of it.
"maybe," he chuckles, sloppily kissing me; but I push him away.
"knock it off," I snap.
"what the fuck is your problem?!" he yells, the smell of alcohol filling my nose.
"you! you keep getting drunk and coming home late and I never see you!"
all he does is laugh. I grit my teeth before my hand meets his cheek, making a loud slapping noise.
"ow, are you fucking kidding me?" he steps towards me, making me flinch. "your always up my ass! yet you still don't even realize when im screwing different girls at night!"
when he says that my heart drops.
I grab my keys, slip on my shoes and head towards the door.
"wait," Zayn grabs my wrist, causing it to sting.
"let go of me," I fight the tears.
"not until you fucking wait!" he screams. "I give you everything!" his grip tightens.
"please, your hurting me," I wince.
his face calms and he lets go of my wrist. I turn away and run out of the house, getting in my car and allowing the tears to run free. I cant do this anymore.
