One Summer (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17,

Zayn's POV

"Did it hurt?" She asked, moving closer to me in the back of the taxi.

"When I fell from heaven?"

"No, when you got tattoos..." She unbuttons my dress shirt and pulls down my sweater vest, unbuckling her seat belt and crawling on top of my lap. She brushed her hair back and kissed my chest tattoo lightly.

"Have I ever told you that you look like Megan Fox?"

"No."

"Good, because it's not true," I snort and she punches my arm, sitting back down on the seat and cursing under her breath.

"Zack, have I ever told you that you look like that guy from One Direction?" My pulse quickened and I gulped.

"N-No," I stutter and she laughs.

"Just kidding, I hate One Direction."

"You little-"

"We're here," The taxi driver spoke and we got out of the car, grabbing our bags from the back seat and I paid the man. He gave me a polite goodbye and Deelana frowned.

"I wanted to pay for that!"

"It's fine. I've got money," I mumble the last part.

"You can't always pay for me," she raises her voice and I roll my eyes. The taxi driver slowly backed away with his money and got into his car without a question. I watch him roll away in his cheap yellow vehicle while Deelana was screaming at me in public.

"Alright," I say, hoping to shut her up.

"No, Zack, it is not alright! I'm an adult."

Is that why you still live with your father? If I was still cold-hearted, I would have said that!

"Money is nothing to me."

"I work hard for my money! Your father, Paul, must give you money or something! That's what you are, a spoiled rich kid, throwing money around!"

"Can we take this argument some place else?" I shift from foot to foot awkwardly in the front of the glimmering hotel doors. This is the United States... Anyone could recognize me now. I have to stop drawing attention to myself and Deelana is not helping.

"You bought us a room at a five-star hotel, you bought me an expensive dress..."

"Why can't you just shut your mouth and be grateful, you whiny bitch!" I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST SAID THAT! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? The look on her face crushed me. Her eyes swelled red, filling to the rim with tears and she snatched her bag from my grip and stalked through the revolving hotel doors.

"Dee, I didn't mean that." I chase after her and she's already situated herself at the front desk, checking us in. The air conditioning whipped my face as I approached her, wrapping my arm around her waist but she swatted it away. The front desk worker handed her a special gold key and- Holy fuck! I don't even remember booking us the wedding penthouse suite... She's going to kill me. It was late last night when I was packing and booking our hotel room. Last minute flights are impossible to get, but I did. I have my mind wrapped around this system, no big deal.

I followed Deelana like a lost puppy into the elevator to the top floor, then taking stairs to the one and only penthouse suite. I can practically feel her tears, or maybe they're my own...

"I didn't mean to say that," I sob as she slams the door in my face. "Talk to me, baby." I pound my fist on the door and hear her shuffling around inside. "You're just going to leave me out here? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking, sorry. I didn't- sorry- mean to hurt your feelings sorry." I slid down the door, my knees falling to the floor, banging my forehead against the expensive wood.