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15. "Take it back."

Zayn

 

She had been standing there, staring blankly at the space ahead.

Not at me, not at the boys, just.. at empty space.

She’d occasionally throw a fit of curse words, before falling back into her state of blackout.

I looked at the boys, covering their mouths with their hands, barely swallowing the laughter.

God, I knew I never should have brought them along.

“ Scarlett, you’re scaring me.” I hesitantly said, laying both arms onto her shoulders, wanting to settle her down.

“ Scar, it’s Scar.” She abruptly whispered.

“ What’s wrong, what’s happening? Talk to me.”

“ You- you said that word. That- that God awful word. You shouldn’t say that. You should never say that, Zayn.”

She became frantic, pacing the unplanted ground, pulling at her hair.

“ I – I’m sorry, but I –“

“ Take it back.” She looked me dead in the eye, half ordering, half pleading.

“ What?”

“ I said, take it back.”

What the hell?

That’s what happens when you decide to let people in.

They turn you down, disappoint you, and step all over you.

“ What, you won’t even lie to me and say that you felt something for me? No pathetic apology for not being able to return my feelings for you? No “I wish you all the happiness in the world” kind of shit? Wow, Scarlett, I expected more, even from you.”

I defensively crossed my arms over my chest, wanting to keep my heart away from that fucked up world that would always find a way to break it, reasoning with it to stop fucking hurting because I needed to focus. I needed to keep my shit together.

“ Oh to hell with that, I am doing this for you!” She roared. I remained silent, watching all her walls crashing to the ground, burning to ashes, scattered through the night’s thin air.

“ I’m doing this for you.” She buried herself into my unresponsive embrace, whimpering ever so quietly, as she held onto my shirt.

“ Well don’t. I don’t want you doing shit for me.” All raged demeanor faded into her cautious touch, as I wrapped her into my arms.

“ You know what I do want you to do?” I followed, remembering why I ever attempted to reach out to her at the first place.

“ What?”

“ I want you to come to these boys’ wedding with me.” She pulled away, staring at me as if I had grown a second head or something.

“ You’re nuts.” She shook her head, shying away from my loving gaze.

“ Come with me, I don’t want them to put me into a pink skirt or some glittery shit. Only then, would you need to worry about my sanity.” I left my arms, lingering around her waist, as I smiled knowingly at her.

“ I knew there had to be a catch. You were too good to be true.” And she leaned in, pecking my lips, through her following giggles.

“ Oh am I now?”

I loved this Scar.

This flirtatious, carefree, fearless, absolutely sexy Scar.

She was such a turn on, my God.

She hummed into my mouth in response, her tongue seeking the control she had long lost, as I put my arms to her bum, lifting her off the ground. I heard someone clearing his throat.

One time.

Two times.

But I didn’t give a fuck.

I was in too deep now.

No way in hell of stopping me.

“ Oh fucking hell, and you make fun of our innocent flirting.” Harry physically pulled me away from her, setting me down next to them, as Scar fell into a heavenly fit of laughter.

“ I’m Harry, by the way.” He charmingly introduced himself, punching my side a bit too harshly if you asked me.

“ And I’m Louis.” He went in, taking her hand in his, and kissing it tenderly.

“ Wow, you’re such a woos.” She commented through her undying laughter. Louis looked slightly offended, yet, amused, while Harry joined in, laughing along with us.

“ I like her.” Harry said, bending forward, unable to contain his laughter, especially when Louis kicked him, or at least, pathetically attempted to.

“ I do too.” And an amused aura surrounded her, as she took her lip between her teeth, forgetting about the cut barely healing.

“ So does that mean you’ll come?” Louis interrupted our serene moment. She sighed, looking sadly at the house, before returning her eyes to meet mine.

“ Ah, what the hell, sure.”

I’d be lying if I said that the grin on my face was anything but foolish and embarrassing. Louis jumped in his place, like a little girl being offered ice-cream or some shit, and I found myself more embarrassed by him, than how whipped I actually was.

“ Ignore him. I’ll text you all the details later on. Look out for your phone, or else, you’ll find us here basically every night.”

Something about her smile, the way it widened slightly, revealing her teeth, and the tongue that shyly hid behind them, caught me completely off guard, and I found myself pulling her in for another kiss.

“ I mean it. Don’t scare me like that again.” I whispered through our endless kiss.

“ You scare easy.”

“ Scar.”

“ Zayn.”

I fell in love with the way she said my name; whispered, like I was her own little secret.

I fell in love with the inevitable smile that always had to follow my name.

I took one final look into her eyes, before releasing her. She waved at the boys, before letting out a long breath, walking back towards that house. I watched as she disappeared, closing the front door behind her, and God did I wish it was I who was waiting for her on the other side.

“ Zayn, snap out of it.” Louis snapped his fingers in front of me, before pushing me into the car, sitting himself into the driver’s seat.

“ You don’t seriously intend on letting him drive, do you?” Harry fearfully questioned, sitting in the passenger’s seat, while I laid myself down on the back couch, spreading my figure out.

“ I don’t care.”

“ He’s going to crash us.”

“ I don’t care.”

“ We won’t ever make it home before dawn.”

“ I don’t care.” I whispered, closing my eyes shut in serenity, while a stray of Harry’s curse words played at the very back of my mind.

I was so screwed.

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A/N: aw whipped zayn is so cute :D

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