Truth, Lies and Love (z.m)

Chapter 15

After the consuming my second overly-drenched pancake I got bored of the silence that lingered around, so walking to the couch with my plate I reached for the fancy remote that was on a black, ash wood coffee table on turned on the television, to be met with a yellow carton figure. Spongebob! This is all I need! Me, myself, surrounded by food while watching SpongeBob. I wouldn't ask for anything else, except maybe marshmallows.
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The rain was a horrible thing.
I gripped onto the edge of a copy of The Great Gatsby, a book I have read more than to last a lifetime. Bored already, I skimmed through the pages and I look up to see the rain pounding on the foggy window, creating a pitter-patter sound. As Myrtle, Tom's mistress dies; I close the book and neatly put it away on the large bookshelf that stood in the living room.
Sitting back on the comfy window sill, which supported my back with a cushion I looked outside, watching as two big raindrops, raced their way down. Crossing my fingers and closing my eyes, I hoped the left one won. When I peeked open my eyes, I fought my urge to smile as I saw that the left one reached the bottom before the right one.

My thought drifted back to last night, and all I could think of was Zayn. I silently laughed at the contradiction I was stuck between. The one guy, whom I was supposed to betray and loathe towards, is the same guy, whose touch I yearn for. I had always thought I was a strong, independent girl - woman even, after I managed to live through my past without breaking down. But all that self- confidence was whirled away into nothingness as I replayed last night in my head. I wasn't the one to fall weak for a man with looks; I wasn't the one who got lost between lust and desire for one person. I was stronger than that, or so I thought until I met him. His silky, black hair and his ravishingly attractive dark eyes, which could make any woman, drop her panties...- except me! I am not going to be a play toy for him and let someone use for their own needs. I am not that sort of person. Yet as I say all this, my subconscious taunts on how weak I acted last night, as I let Zayn's hands roam round me.

Subliminally my fingers wandered over to the wet, foggy window and I found myself drawing a heart on it. I smiled as I saw that both sides were symmetrically perfect- well almost perfect. My thoughts again left the turmoil present and drifted back to when I used to sit on an old, red stool watching my mum swirl her paint brush on the newly- bought canvas. My mum, as well as working part time as a receptionist at some company, she used to be a painter. I remember walking around the house, watching each painting that hung up on the wall in awe and admiration. Frowning due to the remembrance of my mother, I shook away my train of thoughts and looked back at the window. I noticed that the rain had stopped falling and was left with a small rainbow in the sky. I pulled my hand away quickly at what I saw the next moment. Widening my eyes my fingered traced over the heart, in which a small Z + A was written of. I blushed at the thought that I subconsciously wrote that.

I rose my hand up to wipe away what I had done and as my hand made contact with the wintry glass, I fell off from the windowsill, but quickly regained my balance and snapped my eyes to the person in the room.

"I know this exactly wasn't the ideal date I had in mind, but I have to go back, so get ready cause I will leave in ten minutes," he says, a hint of harshness in his tone. I was sick of this.
"Well, damn right you are, this has to be one of the worst dates I have ever been on. I don't even think this could be classified as date, could it?!" I spat right back at him. Not going to lie, but what happened next frightened me...

oO Zayn's POV Oo

My nostrils fared as the words soon left her pretty little mouth. I stomped over at her and pushed her against the wall. I grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, just enough so she could feel a slight pain. A whimper left her mouth, which caused my actions to come to a halt.
She has some nerve to talk back at me, but swearing; she took it too far. Due to our close proximity, I could hear her heart pounding, against her beautiful chest. As she tried to control her breathing, I leant over to ear. "Watch how you talk to me sweetheart. As of now, as you have left that bloody continent that people call America, I am your future king. She just doesn't understand does she? If she thinks she can flutter her dark long eyelashes at me, and prance into my country, refusing to obey my orders. Now she's definitely in for it. I have been respected, adored and at times feared by civilians, my whole life and I am certainly not allowing some girl to walk in and act like she can control me.