GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter 10 ➵ I've always hated you (corrected)

Alyssa woke up around 2:43 P.M. She opened her eyes and remembered everything about last night. "Holy shit!" She whispered. The blondie got up, took her dress, and got out of Zayn's room.

'Did I? Oh my god...' she thought.

She went through the big luminous hall, her feet slipped on the golden drawings, representing the sun on the white marble floor.

She wasn't looking where she was going. She just walked, trying to know if she made the right or the wrong thing with Zayn.

Aly ran into someone without wanting to.

'Oh, sorry,' she apologized, raising her head. 'What the fuck?' She screamed as she noticed Sean's injuries.

She put her hands on his checks.

'It's okay, Alyssa.' He said.

'How did you went to fight?' The blue-eyed woman asked, suspicious.

'He attacked me.' Sean twisted.

'Oh really?' She laughed, knowing he was lying.

'Why are you defending him? He's such an idiot, moody and dismissive. He's a real dick.' Sean maintained.

'That's for sure! But he would never hurt someone without a real reason to!' Alyssa objected.

'You don't know...' Sean stopped himself. He looked behind Aly.

He knew exactly what he needed to do.

'Will you forgive me?' Sean demanded.

'You're the one who supported me when no one was here. I'll do the same, whatever you do.' She confirmed.

'I...' he started

Only a couple of minutes after she left, Zayn woke up. The bed was empty and cold.

'Did I made something wrong?' He asked himself. He got out of his bed and opened the bay window overlooking the balcony, offering a magical view of the Las Vegas strip.

He heard the sound of steps walking towards the room to him. A hand rested on his shoulder. Zayn sighed. He knew exactly what he had to do.

Sean put his hands on Alyssa's shoulders. He took a deep breath and kissed her. She didn't have the time to push him away when she realized he was kissing her. He stopped it.

'Sean... I... we're just friends.' she said.

'I just needed this...' He said, leaving, ashamed. They've always been friends and nothing more.

So why did he kiss her? The only thing that was preoccupying her was: 'if someone saw that, Zayn will hate me for the rest of his life.'

The blondie looked for her phone in her secret pocket.

'Fuck it!' She claimed, noticing she has forgotten her phone in the Pakistani's room.

She walked up the stairs and opened the door slowly.

Zayn was sitting on the bed with his back to Aly. He raised his hand, holding her phone, without even turning his back when he heard the sound of the door opening.

She got closer to him to take back her phone. At that exact moment, Zayn stood up and walk towards her.

'Did you forget anything else?' He coldly asked.

'I don't think I did...' she replied, frowning her eyebrows.

Zayn gave her the phone and leaned his closed fist against the table.

'Alright, now you can get out.' Zayn coldly said.

'What?' she asked, confused.

'Please don't make that any harder.' He stood up.

'Make what any harder, Zayn. What is going on?' She had a backward movement.

Their hearts were beating faster and faster, but not for the same reasons. Instead, they were both scared but somehow knew that this moment would happen at some point.

'I saw you with Sean.'

'What part of the scene have you seen.'

'I've seen what I needed to see, Alyssa.' Zayn whispered.

'Okay, this is not what you think he...'

'No, no, I do not care about your explanations. I saw what I saw, and my eyes never lie, Alyssa.'

He sat on the chair to face her.

'And they don't lie when I look at you.' he said.

'Zayn, what are you talking about?' she nervously chuckled.

'I've always hated you, and I can't seem to turn this hate into love. You slept with me because I was different. After all, I am his opposite, and that's what you liked. But, you know, after 8 months, I've finally understood how you were functioning. You're constantly looking for danger, adrenaline. You've been stuck in a safe place forever, and you don't know how to get out of it.'

'You don't know what you're talking about.' She stopped him.

'Oh, don't I?' He smiled.

'You know nothing about me, Zayn. You have no idea of where I come from or how I got here. Just because I've kissed you twice in eight months doesn't mean that you know me.'

'You played with me because you're craving for that danger.' He continued. 'You wanted to compare my performance with Sean's, and again, I can't get mad at you for that! I know how fun it feels to reach two enemies in bed... It's always so different.'

'What do you fucking mean?' She clenched her jaw.

'Oh baby, did you really think that everything I did was for your eyes?'

Alyssa opened her mouth and frowned. What was he talking about??

'It was a fantasy. Compare two enemies. You and Victoria, you just don't get it. He announced as if it were obvious. 'Well, you didn't really think I had a crush on you, did you?'

'Oh my god!' she screamed. 'You're Javadd? You're the fucking Javadd?' she nervously laughed.

'You didn't seem to have a problem with it yesterday when you almost sucked my cock!'

Aly was feeling a mix of anger, disgust, and pain. She slapped him violently.

'One day, you'll be in trouble, Zayn, in trouble. All it takes is one snap of my finger for you to lose your place here.'

'You slept with Spoon a couple of times, Aly. That doesn't make you the CEO!'

She slapped him again.

'I ain't a whore!'

'Please, it's just us here. You can tell the truth.'

And again, she slapped him.

'You know what your problem is? You're racked with guilt. You hate yourself so much that you can't help but put down good people to appease your heart. But you know what, you're right to hate yourself so much, you're blowing up your family, Victoria's family, everything. The weight you feel on your shoulders, it's only going to get worse and worse. So if I have any advice to give you, it's not to get upset with me, or I'll make your life even more miserable than it already is.'

'Is that a threat?' He asked.

'Take it any way you want.' She turned around to leave the room when he grabbed her wrist:

'You don't mean it.'

'If you knew me, you'd know that I never lie.' She walked to the door and slammed it.

Zayn sent the table, waltzing against the wall.

'Fuck.' He swore.

He had to go where everyone wanted him dead, to end up this as soon as possible.

This was more laborious than he imagined...