Heartless

Chapter 9

Carissa's POV

"Boyfriend?" I hear James say as he speaks to Zayn.

"Yes," Zayn shakes his head, "I'm her boyfriend, and you can't dance with her."

"Excuse me?" I say out loud. Both of their heads turn toward me and I look at James.

"He is not my boyfriend," I gesture toward Zayn.

"Babe what are you saying? Of course I'm your boyfriend," Zayn says as he walks next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. My face slightly cringes at his lie towards James as I try to get out of his hold.

"I-um, I'll see you later," James says awkwardly as he walks away. My anger boils inside me as I push Zayn away.

"What the f.uck?!" I shout at him. His jaw clenches as he pulls me out of the club, and leads me to the side of it.

"Carissa," he lets go of my arm and puts me against the cold wall of the club. When I don't answer him, he slams his hands of the sides of my head, making me jump.

"F.ucking look at me!" He demands. Obliging, I tilt my head up and look at him.

"You can't do that," he states. Excuse me?

"Do what? I can't dance with a guy I met?" You don't control me.

"Yes," he says as he releases his hands from the wall, and places them at the sides of his body.

"Why not? I'm not yours," I spat. I shouldn't have said that.

And when he's mad, he's going to say really hurtful things, but don't let it get to you, or don't make him even more angry by talking back. Harry's voice rings in my head.

"Well I didn't say that you were so shut the f.uck up and get in the car," he spats.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I yell at him, not caring about Harry's warning in my head.

"Yes I can because I'm stronger than you so I suggest you follow my instructions and go the the damn car," Zayn says as he latches onto my wrist and starts pulling me to the car.

"Let go of me!" I shout, struggling against his grip.

"That's not how you treat a lady," I hear a voice say as Zayn stops walking. We both turn our heads to the voice; it's James.

"Don't tell me how to treat someone," Zayn spats as he unlocks the car door.

"I don't want to go with you!" I shout, finally getting out of his grip.

"She wants out man," James says.

"Fine," Zayn steps away from me, "f.uck you." He spats as he walks away from me. I don't notice I'm crying until a gust of wind chills my tears.

"Hey," James puts an arm on my shoulder, "you alright?"

I shake my head no and stare at my feet. "I just want to go home."

"I can drive you, if that's alright with you," he says, nervousness in his voice.

"Yeah," I tell him, looking up. He smiles at me and unlocks his door. James opens the door for me, and I blush before stepping in. Shutting the door, he goes to the drivers side and steps in.

"I'll give you directions," I tell him as he nods, pulling out of the parking lot.

Zayn's POV

"Where's Carissa?" Harry asks.

"I don't know," I honestly say, nervousness in my voice.

"What do mean you don't know?" He says louder.