As Long As You Love Me <3

Part 3

I stared at Zayn Malik. "Who the hell do you think you are?",I yelled as I ripped his hands off of me.

"I'm Zayn Malik.", He answered cockily. Obviously.,"It would be better if I knew your name, beautiful."

I flipped my hair over my shoulder, annoyed.

"Delilah. Delilah Styles."

The look on his face was pricless.

I turned my back on him and proceeded to walk away.

He stopped me. "Please, don't tell your brother or your father about this."

"Why should I listen to you?"

"Because, I can hurt you."

I looked at him in disbelif.

"You can't even hurt a fly!"

"Watch it, Styles."

I glared at him.

"The only thing I should be watching is my fist going into your face."

Delilah: 1. Malik-bitch: 0.

I smirked at my comment.

Zayn's face turned red. "I'm Serious."

"Oh, I'm so scared Malik!", I faked.

Zayn started to shake with anger.

"C'mon, I actually want to see you hit a girl."

He rose his fist to my face. Before he could hit me I grabbed it and twisted it behind his back.

"OWWW!"

I laughed and walked away, hysterical.

Delilah: 2, Malik-bitch- 0.

Lottie grabbed my arm. "Oh my god. You were talking to THE Malik."

I looked at her like she was stupid or something.

"NO! I thought I was talking to a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle."

Her face beamed still.

"Delilah, Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you!"

I turned to see, Harry with his arms crossed. "Calm your tits! I'm coming."

I hugged Lottie goodbye and waltzed over to Harry.

"Where's Gem?"

"Louis."

I cringed at the thought of my big sister and Louis, one of my best friends.

EWW!

Harry saw my face and started to chuckle.

"What?"

"You look cute when you cringe."

I glared at him.

We drove in silence, the only sound came from the radio.

When we arrived home, a blood bath had already started, between the Paynes and the Maliks.

Told ya something was gonna happen... Wait no I didn't. I can't predict the future.

Well, I wouldn't actually call it a 'Blood Bath'. There was fighting just ,no blood.

The elders and parents don't fight.

That job is left for the kids.

The elders just direct and set up the mobs.

We are made for the dirty work.

Harry and I snuck in through the kitchen and up the back staircase. My room was at the end of the corridor. While, lucky Harry, got the one right by the stairs.

I hugged Harry goodnight- Yeah we're close like that. Be jealous...NOW- and started to creep down the dark corridor.

Janice, our maid and nanny, was sleeping soundly.

Lenardo, our butler, however was up and wide awake.

I sighed as I tried to maneuver by his room without waking him.

This was going to be tricky.

Zayn'sPOV

I held my wrist tightly as I walked Delilah walk away.

Damn, I'd tap that.

Wait, this is wrong.

Delilah is part of the Styles.

We are meant to be mortal enemies.

But, she's hot.

I smirked to myself. And she can fight.

Her daddy taught her well.

I pulled myself off the dancefloor to see Delilah get in the car with Harry. I felt my bloodboil when I though of his name.

Harry.

Harold.

Styles.

He is one of the filthiest scums on this planet. I hate him.

And he will pay for what he did. He will pay.

I walked over to the bar and ordered two shots of scotch.

This is going to be one long night.

At least I gave Delilah my number!

Normal POV (Delilah's POV)

I reached into my pocket for my phone and felt a piece of paper.

I pulled it out and unfolded it.

'Call me sometime? 458-997-00312 ~ Zayn.'

I crumbled up the piece of paper and tossed it into the trashcan.

I hate him.

He is so...so...HOT!

What, NO BAD DELILAH!

You cannot call Zayn Malik hot!

What would your father think?

I cringed at my own scolding.

But it was true.

His big, brown eyes, toned body and pefect smile, made me want to melt. Or worse.

Made my ovaries explode. (Author's note: LOL XD!)

I shook my head to try and clear my mind.

But, Zayn never left it.

I tried hitting my head on my desk.

Didn't work.

The Window, don't worry they're indestructible. Cuz, ya know My family is a mob family, DUH!

Didn't work.

The wall.

Worked to give me a major headache. But, didn't work at all.

I gave up and pulled my curly black hair into a ponytail.

I slipped my pj's on and curled up in bed.

Something had to be done about this.

I can't like Zayn Malik.

I just can't.

Right?