One Summer (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5,

Deelana's POV

In shock is an understatement. Do I tell my boyfriend, Jake? Do I keep it a secret?

I scurried up the two floors to his apartment and knocked lightly on his door. He was playing video games with his friend Mike, and they were both shirtless and in their underwear.

"Is something wrong?" Jake asked, clutching my shoulders. I looked away for a moment, and shivered.

"I need to tell you something," I began and Jake invited me inside, bringing me into his room as privacy and sitting down on his bed.

"What's wrong, Dee?" The cute nickname that he always called me had no assurance this time.

"I was done work and showering, when Dylan-"

"I HATE THAT GUY!" Jake has always hated Dylan for no particular reason.

"Anyways, he kissed me and got naked and-"

"You had sex?" Jake sat back, folding his hands in his lap, the hurt taking control over his body.

"No! I ran away," I explained and Jake clenched his hands.

"I'll kill him," he grumbled and stood to his feet.

"I came up with a solution! Could you meet me at the pool as soon as my shift ends?" I wondered and Jake nodded.

"Did he hurt you?" Jake sat down, brushing my hair behind my ears. He lightly kissed my forehead, a motion that we both love to do.

"No, but it will never happen again," I promised and Jake sighed with relief. His lips connected with mine and he tossed me onto the bed, gaining control rapidly.

"I'm going to prove that you're mine," Jake vowed.

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Zayn's POV

I was the last to get my luggage, and customs was incredibly slow, but other than that I was upset. There was a tall, bald man holding up a sign with "Zack Higgins" written across it.

He took my bags and threw them into the trunk with no caution! He got inside the yellow taxi and I awaited patiently for him to open up my door, tapping my foot on the cement patiently. My driver in London always opens up the car door for me.

"Get in the car, princess," he snapped and I crossed my arms.

"No," I said and he got out, rushing towards me, and literally throwing my body flat onto the back seat. He sped recklessly away from the tiny airport and making a quick turn onto a highway.

"Mr. Malik, I am Jonathan," he introduced himself and I sat upwards.

"Where the hell am I going?" I whined and he groaned, clutching the steering wheel tighter.

"I can answer all of your questions, except that one," he said, staring at me through his car mirror. One of his eyes is a light blue and the other is brown... I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel intimidated.

"Who will I be living with?" I asked and he laughed like stone.

"Yourself-"

"I'm not even going to live with a hot chick?" I grunted and Jonathan shook his head. I noticed his lips were chapped and bruised, and his knuckles were filled with scars.

"How long until-"

"Two hours," he replied and I smacked my cheek against the window.

Jonathan clearly felt the need to turn on the radio and one of my songs was playing.

"Turn that shit off," I barked and Jonathan smirked and turned it up full blast, the speakers roaring with life. The song was old, pathetic, and stupid! Why would people want to buy this?

When the song finished, Jonathan threw a beat-up phone at me with a cracked screen. I picked it up off of the floor and threw it at the back of his bald head... He didn't like that too much.

"This is your new phone, dipshit." He handed it nicely back to me and I stared at it with disbelief. I think it was a Nokia...

"SO YOU SMASH MY IPHONE AND GIVE ME THIS?" I was falling apart. I can't stand this anger anymore.

"Paul's number is in there. You don't have unlimited texting, you have 50 minutes of calling, and you have zero data-"

"IS THIS A FUCKING JOKE?" I feared and Jonathan said nothing. "Am I living in a tent, too?" I emphasized and Jonathan was ready to blow a fuse.

"No," he responded and I stared outside of the window. My sweater vest was making my skin indescribably itchy and I wanted to just rip it off! When I get there, I'm just staying inside my house. I'm never going outside!

The dark sky was illuminated by tiny stars and I was getting extremely tired. I don't know what the timezone difference is, but it's getting to me.

I woke up when the car stopped moving and I was in front of a mediocre sized home.

"This is your home. Here's the keys, your bags are in the trunk, use this credit card.. Good luck." He handed me a bag full of shit and I crawled out of the car, removing my bags from the trunk and unlocking the front door.

I tossed my bags and glasses to the floor, slammed the door shut, and slept on the floor.

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Notes:

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