||~Promise~|| ¤ZM Love Story¤

Chapter 17- All On You

(Pic Is Of Rosalie Grahams, An Imaginary Character As You May Already Know. If You Dont, Then Turn To Chapter- 16 To Know Who She Is)

(A.N- Hey Readers, Just Because My Name Is Azra, Doesnt Mean I Picture Herself As Me, No Not At All. You Can Imagine Her As Yourself Or Anyone You Want To. Happy Reading!)

*Zayn's P.O.V*

Im currently inside my room, signing some documents. Liam, Hana and Louis left the building, just some minutes ago since Liam had a conference to attend while Louis's mom called him home for some particular reason. Azra is locked inside her room and never even stepped out. I always dreaded staying in silence at times like this. Since the minute the lads left the building, my head is a mess with all the thoughts. The Parker's deal and Azra are on the top. Whatever happened in the balcony was never supposed to happen. But it did, because everything happened on its own. Just like its been happening since days now. I totally regret hurting her. It was totally not my intention. I've never raised my hands on any women, but I did on her. I guess, I let the anger take control of me at that moment. I hurted her until she teared up, and Im not even feeling an ounce of pride. I feel ashamed for what I did. What shocked me was, her concern. Her concern towards me.

I paused signing and dropped the pen on the table. My mind consumed by her actions once again. After all what I did, I never expected her to help me. But still she did, and that seriously is the current poll trending in my head.

"Im your caretaker arent I?"...

I stood up from my chair, unable to handle the heat rising in my chest. I grabbed the back of my neck and let my hand stay in there. What does she mean by that? It sounded like, she was fine with being my caretaker. Her touch ignited fire in me. It was so wrong. Every single fucking thing happened there was unnecessary. Me holding her waist, even after when she said me to take it off, me hurting her, her concern, everything was so damn wrong. And then she promised. She promised to do anything I ask her to as long as they are clean. Im completely fine with that, but she sounded confident. Thought it was hot, it was confusing too. Wait, did I just called her hot? Pfft....She is anything but hot. Okay, maybe she is, but like I said, she is totally not my type. Just no.

Im not going to lie, messing with her was fun. Though it always end up in some wrong dead-ends, it still was fun. May that be my sisters, Hana, Riti, Rosalie, and now Azra, its fun annoying them. Even the lads say that. Its fun watching them pissed off. I chuckled as I made my way back to my desk. My eyes wandered over the bell, that would echo in Azra's room indicating that I need her here. I didnt think twice before pressing the button as I heard a muffled ring on the other room, making a smirk appear on my lips.
Get ready Zayn...

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*Azra's P.O.V*

Regret.

Regret is the only thing Im feeling right now. I regret answering Waliyha's call. I regret planning Doniya's wedding. I regret slapping him. I regret not standing for myself. I regret going over to that balcony. I regret cleaning his eye. I regret every single thing thats happening in my life. Its like theres an invisible remote somewhere and some invisible spirit is controlling me with it. I opened the curtains of the huge window in my room, feeling some ventilation as the cool breeze of Bradford wash over me. I promised him to do whatever he asks me to. And I also added they must be appropriate. I have this fishy feeling saying, this promise will take me somewhere. And I also feel like, this is not the only promise Im going to make. I looked at the sky, imagining god in there. I silently begged him to show some sort of mercy on me. All I know is I hate Zayn, yet I went forward to clean his eye. The moment I saw him struggling with his eye, I had this strange urge to cure him. Its like I didnt want him in pain. But in reality I want him in pain.