After // ziall

Chapter 76

Zayn slams his bedroom door as I reach the top of the stairs. I turn the knob, half expecting it to be locked but it opens.

"Zayn, are you okay?" I ask, unsure what else to say. He answers me by grabbing the lamp off the nightstand and slamming it against the wall. The glass base shatters from the impact. I jump back and a small shriek comes out against my will.

He paces over to the desk, grabs the small keyboard and rips it out of the desktop computer, tossing it behind him.

"Zayn, please stop!" I yell. He doesn't look at me.

"Why? Why Niall? It's not like he can't afford to buy a new fucking computer!" He yells and knocks the monitor to the ground.

"You're right." I say and step on top of the keyboard, crushing it further.

"What? What are you doing?" He asks as I pick it up and drop it back on the ground. I'm not really sure what I am doing but the keyboard is already broke, and this seems like the best idea at the moment.

"I'm helping you." I tell him, confusion flashes in his angry eyes before humor takes over. I pick up the monitor and throw it against the floor. He walks over with a small smile on his lips, as I pick it up again his hands stop mine and he takes the monitor out of my hands and sits it on the desk.

"You're not mad at me for yelling at my dad like that?" He asks and cups my cheeks, his thumbs gently caress my cheeks as his green eyes bore into mine.

"No, you have every right to express yourself. I would never be mad about that." He just had a fight with his dad but he is worried about me being mad at him? "Unless of course you're being mean for no reason, which in this care you weren't."

"Wow." He says. The small gap between our lips is too tempting. I lean forward and press my lips against his, he immediately opens his mouth deepening the kiss. My fingers twist into his hair and he groans as I put more force into it. His anger rolls off of him like a tidal wave, I push him back a little and he turns me around so the bottom of my back hits the desk. His hands attach to my hips and he lifts me onto the desk. I am his distraction. The thought of me being what Zayn needs makes my stomach flutter and my head tilts back as he continues to push his tongue against mine, standing between my legs as I sit on the desk.

"Closer." He moans into my mouth, his hands grip the back of my knees and he pulls me to the edge. My hands tug at his jeans and he pulls his mouth away from mine.

"What...?" He raises an eyebrow at me. He must think I am insane, coming in here helping him break things, and now trying to undress him. Maybe I am insane? I don't care at the moment. All I care about is the way the curve of Zayn's collarbones are shadowed by the moonlight coming through the bay window, the way one of his hands is holding my face like I am fragile despite him trying to break everything in the room minutes ago.

I answer him wordlessly by wrapping my legs around him and pulling him closer.

"I really thought you were going to storm in here and tell me off." He smiles and presses his forehead against mine.

"You were wrong." I remind him with a smug smile.

"Very. I don't want to go back there tonight." He says, eyes searching mine.

"That's fine. You don't have to." He relaxed and he moves his head to the crook of my neck. I am surprised by how easy this is between us. I had expected him to snap at me, maybe even try to make leave when I came in here, but here he is leaning on me. I can tell he is really trying to navigate this relationship the best he can, despite the fact that he is one giant mood swing.