Bullied or Loved. (Zayn Malik)

/Chapter Forty-Six\

***AFTER 1 YEAR***

Kayla's POV:

The limos door swooshed opened as bright lights and flashes of cameras greeted us. Zayn walked out and held his hand out for me to hold. I managed to get out with the help of Zayn as I wiped my hands down my thighs, straightening my dress.

Yes, its true! Zayn and I have been together for 1 solid, amazing, year! Next week is our anniversary and I really hope he remembers. Well, he's been a busy man and I don't want to sound clingy and all. He pulled me close to him and kissed my cheek as the crowd went while. We walked down the red carpet and entered the movie premier of my new movie, "78th place".

I was really nervous because this was my first movie in a while and I hope everyone dose not hate it. I played with my clutch and I think Zayn noticed.

"You okay, babe?" he asked as he leaned in close to look at me. Butterflies erupted in my stomach when he said 'babe.' Its been a whole year yet I still get heated when he uses 'couple' language. I can't believe he is mine.

"Oh, I'm fine." I said with an unusual squeak. A nervous and fake smile spread across my face.

"Now every time my hot girlfriend speaks in a high-toned voice, I know shes nervous." he whispered as his hot breathe tickled the side of my neck. My heart-beat quickens every damn time he dose something like that. "Maybe we can go somewhere private and I can calm you down..."

I choked on my own spit when those words left his soft pink lips. He can't just tease me like this, in public!

"I-I don't think this is the right t-time.." I said nervously while we entered the grand movie theatre.

"See, you're getting even more nervous...let me help you." he said pulling me even closer if thats still possible. We walked down the little steps into our seats. His hands getting even lower and lower towards my behind. We found our spots and as I was about to sit he clutched me.

"Zayn!" I exclaimed as I heated up.

"What?" he said with a devious smirk. Even in the dark, I know he's smiling like that.

We took our seats as the movie started. Around the middle of the movie I had to use the restroom so I started getting up.

"Where are you going?" Zayn pouted as he straighten up from leaning onto the seat.

"The restroom." I simply responded.

"Can I come?" he smirked.

"No."

"Why?"

"We can do this tonight-"

"I'm coming because I need you." he said as he looked into my eyes with a serious but lust filled look. "Now."

There goes my heart beating at the rate of- I don't know. I looked at him and started going out of the theatre even faster. He caught up to me in front of the ladies washroom. His hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me into his chest.

"I know you want me as much as I want you, Kayla Stone." he said as he looked down at me while he licked his lips. I let a breathe out and looked at his lips. As my eyes met with his eyes, he smashed his lips onto mine, taking my breathe away. Again. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me even harder with so much passion and so much lust. His hands slid down my torso and made it back to my behind and squeezed it as I let out a small gasp. He chuckled and pushed our bodies even closer.

A girl with a big black hoodie walked out of the girls bathroom and held her hoodie around her head even tighter. We broke apart and I slightly pushed Zayn away. He scratched the back of his neck as the girl walked away. Ugh...great.

A card fell out of her pocket. I went over to it as my heels clicked against the floor and picked up the little card. "You dropped this-" I said after her but it was too late, she left. I looked back down at the card, it had a phone number on it. I wonder whos. I've been seeing this girl a lot latley...It's probably a fan or something.

"What is it, babe?" He said in his Bradford accent. Erupts my volcano of butterflies.

"Just some number." I said and place it in my purse. Well, I don't want to litter do I?

"Can we go back to what we were doing?" he smirked.

"Absolutely."

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We came into out hotels around 11:15pm. I walked into our room with Zayn close behinde with acky legs. I walked sorta funny and it was kinda embarssing.

Zayn quitly laughed as he undressed.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked while raising an eyebrow. "You did this to me."

"I'll do it again, if you want." He chuckled while winking at me.

I shook my head while looking at the ground, "Now who can turn down Zayn Malik?" He kissed my forehead before entering the bathroom.

I plopped down onto the soft bed and let go of my clutch. I sighed. Oh Zayn, if only you knew how crazy I was about you. If love ever made you blind, I guess I was blind like a bat. I sat back up as I emptied my purse. The small white card fell out. I forgot about that...should I call it? I'll just call it and see whos on the other end. I dialed the number on my iPhone and realized something, what if they call back and end up being perverts? I'll just block the my number.

I dialed the number and muted myself as the phone rang. 5 times it rang, I was going to give up when some one finally picked up.

"Hello?!" a women exclaimed on the other end. My heart droped as I heard the voice. I could reconized that voice anywhere. I've lived with it for 18 years.

Jenny?

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