Just A Kiss-A Ziall story

Round two

For the next fortnight nothing happened. Everything went back to normal. Until we went to Australia, that is. The minute we arrived I raised my eyes at all the fit half naked tanned girls and boys wandering around.

“Holy cow it’s a good thing I came with you guys, one of these half dressed sluts might lead my Li-Li astray.” Ali said, wrapping her arms in Liam’s and glaring fiercely at any girl who dared look at Liam.

“I thought the man was supposed to be possessive, especially in Australia, look at all those surfer hunks,” Louis smiled, eyeing up some topless totally ripped men.

“Oi Boobear you’re mine remember?” Harry chuckled fondly. Louis grinned innocently up at him in response.

I smiled, they were just so cute. I got why all the fans had shipped them together, they were so perfect for each other.

Zayn’s elbows dug into my chest as I realized I’d been staring into space, sadly (for me) in the direction of Louis’s now topless chest. He gave me a glare that made me cower, and when I saw Harry mouth, “Eyes off,” pretty angrily, making a fist to make a point, it took everything in me not to whimper.

Later, as me and Zayn were entering our very stylish suites, he turned on me. “Why in fuck were you eyeing up Louis?” He demanded.

“I wasn’t,” I replied simply, trying to not show the fear that was slowly building up.

“Oh really? So you just happened to be staring, in Louis’s direction, when he took off his shirt, and continued staring ‘til I nudged you, and then it was just a tiny little facial mistake that you looked guilty? Come off it,” Zayn scoffed.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” I replied tartly.

“Do you think I’m fucking stupid?” Zayn roared. I leapt about five feet in the air.

“No! Of course not!” I protested, my stomach churning as the memories of how he’d been that night flooded my mind.

“You think, you can blatantly eye up our taken friend, in front of me, and you have the cheek to say you don’t think I'm stupid? So, you’re a slut and a liar.”

I took a step backwards, “Zayn, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, but until you’ve chilled out, fuck off and leave me alone.” I turned on my heel going to leave the room when Zayn came charging up behind me and grabbed me by the shoulders turning me around and slamming me.

“You think you can insult me, look at other guys and just walk off?” He shouted, spit spraying across my face.

“Let me go!” I shouted back, wriggling and squirming in his grip.

“I think you need to be reminded just who you belong to!” Zayn bellowed lifting me up off my feet and carrying me to the bedroom.

“Put me down! Zayn, let go!” I started scratching at him. He dumped me down on the bed and grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. He grabbed my hands and locked them above my head. 

He undid the buttons on my shirt and yanked my shorts down. “I'll teach you not to ogle other people!” Zayn spat slapping me hard across the face.  

“I wasn’t ogling him! I swear!” I sobbed as he punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me.

He undid his belt and flipping me onto my stomach, he whipped me with it. Soon my sobs subsided, I was in too much pain to make more noise than a whimper. When Zayn finally got off me, I could feel blood trickling down my back.

“You’re gonna stay here and think about what you’ve done, got it?” He snapped, flipping me back round.

His hands suddenly entangled themselves in my hair, pulling my face up to look at him. “And if you ever, ever, look at anyone, especially Louis like that again, it will be a lot worse for you, got it?”

“Y-yes sir,” I hiccupped, not wanting to anger him.

“Good boy. See you later Niall,” And with that he turned on his heel and left me tied bloody and bruised.

And broken