Revulsion [zm au]

Thirty One.

(A/N) I just want to thank all of my readers! I appreciate every single vote, comment, and read. You guys mean a lot to me, and i hope you know that :) Okay, enough with the dramatic crap, here you go:

ps. The GIF on the side is just me trying to be funny... even though it kind of goes with the chapter....blah.

"It's a really nice place, but the trip was not enjoyable at all." I said as we both sat on the dock, my back lying on his chest as he leaned up against a post.

"Well you were with that fool so I wouldn't expect it to be." Zayn commented, his mouth near my ear.

I punched his thigh, which was beside me as I sat between his long legs.

"He's not a fool!" I attempted to defend Liam but my chuckle made it obvious that I didn't actually care if Zayn called him a fool or not.

Zayn kissed the side of my face, wrapping his arms tightly around my torso.

"If you say so," 

I stared at the sun, which was now beginning to set. The pink and orange hues in the sky reflected off the lake water, calming me in a strange way.

I sighed, knowing it'd be best to tell Zayn about the kiss.

I shifted my body so that I was now turned towards him, my hands moving towards his t-shirt as a distraction for me.

"Um, I have to tell you something." my words came out quiet, and the moment he heard them I felt him tense up beneath me.

I slowly trailed my eyes up his neck line, taking in every detail as I did so. From his adam's apple, to the dark hair growing, to the small beauty marks.

Finally my eyes found his, my nerves settling slightly.

"Liam...kind of...kissed me." I whispered, my eyes dropping to neck line of his shirt again. I found myself playing with the material, not wanting to see his expression.

His chest began to rise at a quicker pace and his body was still as tense as ever.

"But I didn't kiss back! I swear he forced it on me-"

"He forced himself on you!?" he snarled, my eyes snapping to his face. His nostrils flared and eyes burned in anger.

"Wait Zayn, no it wasn't-it wasn't like that." I attempted to explain, moving my hands to his stiff shoulders and rubbing.

"He didn't hurt me, well except for my wrists but-"

I stopped speaking, mentally slapping myself hard as I realized what I had just said.

"Your wrists!? What'd he do to your wrists!?" he nearly shouted, glancing down and grabbing my hands.

I tried pulling away, desperate for him not to see the black and blue sploches on my small wrists.

He exhaled loudly, a weird sound emitting from his throat as he stared down at the damage.

I quickly shook my head, knowing that he was coming to conclusions and thinking the worst.

"It's not what you think. We had been swimming and I couldn't get on the dock so he had to pull me up, believe me I would never let someone manhandle me." I explained quickly, wishing he'd look me in the eye. Instead all I got was a stiff Zayn. He didn't bother looking up at me, he just continued to stare at my wrists, his thumbs caressing them as if to heal them.

"You know, I never told you this but I have a terrible temper Elizabeth." he spoke calmly, something that scared me.

"And even though the injury wasn't intentional, he still hurt you. He hurt you Elizabeth, and I'm sorry but that makes me so angry. You don't understand how badly I wish to go to his house and force his face into a pile of glass."

I choked out a laugh, my eyes wide as I realized what he had said. I couldn't help but continue to laugh, my mouth opening wide as my eyes shut in complete amusment. The words he had used were so random and hilarious I couldn't stop myself.

He frowned at me, wondering why I was laughing.

"Force his face into a pile of glass? Really? Is that the best you could come up with?" I asked once I stopped myself from laughing.

His cheeks darkened, "I was thinking too fast. A lot of stuff spills out  when I'm angry."

I smiled, watching as he looked away in embarassment.

"Yeah, my father does the same thing. When he's mad he says silly things and stutters like crazy!" I said, grabbing the side of his face and forcing him to look back at me.

"My father stays calm and doesn't speak at all." he replied, giving me a small smile as I caressed his cheek.

"Anyways...don't be mad. He didn't mean it and I'm not angry about it so you shouldn't." I said seriously, staring him straight in the eye as if that'd be the key to make him listen to me."I don't want to wake up one day and be told Liam's in the hospital for an injury to the face." I added teasingly as I poked his ribs.

He squirmed, smiling gently as he gripped the finger I prodded him with.

Slowly his smile fell, eyes looking at me with great intensity, "It just bothers me that you have bruises on your skin." his hand slowly slid down my forearm, landing on my blue wrist.

I bit the inside of my cheek, my body buzzing with his gentle contact.

"I'm okay Zayn. Really." I assured, leaning forward and nudging his nose with my own before pecking him on the lips.

I pulled back slightly, still close enough to brush my lips against his.

He sighed, his eyes watching me carefully.

I stared  at his long eyelashes that seemed to curl perfectly, envious of the fact mine couldn't be that perfect. 

"Am I a better kisser?" he muttered, eyeing my mouth.

The right side of my mouth twitched up at the question.

"I don't know...I'd say you're both equal." I joked, hoping it wasn't too soon to tease him about it.

He frowned, believing me momentarily.

"I'm kidding darling." I soothed, using his nickname for me.

He exhaled, a small smile breaking on his lips.

"I'll admit, you had me there for a second." he leaned forward, locking his ankles so I was trapped between his thighs.

I giggled as he moved closer and placed his nose beside mine. Our lips brushed ever so slightly, his breath being shared with my own.

It was as if all my problems went away, simply vanished, while in his presence. He brought me out of my shell, made me more bold, more confident, and more willing to state how I feel. I was no longer that girl that bowed down to her parents, I was becoming my own person and making my own decisions. 

I was finally releasing myself from the harsh grip of my parents.