Be Mine ~ Zerrie ~

Chapter 11

I feel arms wrap around me.

'Hey.' Zayn greets me, 'How was your day?' he asks.

Terribly and good at the same time. I almost say.

'Was there something I need to worry about?' he asks again when I don't give an answer.

'Oh, no.' I say.

'Looks like it.' he says

'Yea, but if there is something, I'll tell you. Promise.' I tell him.

'Alright then. Come on, let's go home.' he says.

'You mean you're house?' I ask.

'Yea, but it's kinda your second home right?' he asks.

'Really?' I smile.

'Sure.' he says.

We walk to his car. The drive is silent and his hand is on my thigh. 

'You need to stay in the house, I need to get something.' he tells me.

'What thing?' I ask curious.

'Uhm, something.' he says. 

I decide to let it go. He's not gonna say anything about it. He gives me a quick peck on the lips and walks back to his car. Then he turns around one last time.

'Oh, and babe?'

'What.' I ask a little annoyed.

'Don't let anyone in while I'm gone, got it?' he asks.

'Yes, sir.' I mumble. I hate it when someone demands me.

He steps in his car without turning around. I close the door and turn on the TV.

It's now five hours later and he's still not home. I'm bored and sitting on his bed reading a magazine. Then I hear the doorbell ring.

I'm 99% sure it isn't Zayn, because he has the key. I almost stand up to open, but then his voice sounds through my head.

Don't let anyone in while I'm gone, got it?

So I sit back on the bed, continue to read. I hear the bell two times more, but then it stops. I really wanna know who it was, but I'm scared at the same moment.

Thirty minutes later, I hear the door opens. I run downstairs, only to find a drunk Zayn. Oh, no...

He stumbles to the couch. When he got there, I sit down next to him.

'Uhm, hey.' I'm really nervous now.

'Oh, hey babe.' he mumbles.

'Where were you?' I asks.

'Oh, just some... things... with guys.' he says.

Oh.

'Nothing to worry about.' he says.

'Alright.' I say. I don't believe him for a second, but I don't wanna argue this any longer. I can't be mad at him, or fight with him, cause he will kick me out. And then I'm really homeless.

'I go to bed.' I tell him and stand up. He grabs my waist and pulls me on his lap.

'Really? Don't wanna have some fun?' he asks.

Okay, he's really scaring me now.

'Zayn, I don't thi...' I stutter.

'Please?' he interrupts me.

'No Zay...' I start, but he smacks his lips on mine. It feels incredible, but I can't. Not when he's drunk.

I get out of his grip and leave the room. I go upstairs. I can't sleep in his room. He's scaring me when he's drunk, maybe he tries something. I walk in his sister's room and lay down on the bed. In a couple of minutes I fall asleep.

(know it's very very short, but there comes another chapter today.)