MONSTERS (Z. M)

Chapter 3

Zayn

“Harry fucking answer you….”he finally answered after taking his sweet time.”Hey mate, I am so pissed off right now. “I tried not to bite him through the phone.

“Hallo to you to, what’s wrong with you and are you in a basement?” I paced back and forth, my veins bulging out from the anger. He was not saying sorry on purpose and I was sure he just ignored me on purpose. I wished I had carried something  other than antidepressants for my nerves, because, I was freaking angry.

“She, Cherry just put on the dress “

“So what? You bought it for her, unless you have interest in fe.. “

“Don’t fucking ask me that!” I kicked the file that contained every single detail about her upcoming party. Papers scattered everywhere. “that little minx was supposed to wear it for me p… “I was cut short by someone’s tap on my shoulder. I turned around slowly, I believe my face was  hard and my expression blank because I felt my vein stretch.

Who the hell, had the nerve to interrupt my venting time?

I was fuming hot when my eyes landed on my elegant godmother, whose eyes, kept wondering if a tornado had hit the gym or something , I kind of had turned everything upside down.

"Zayn, can I have a word ?" she didn’t fuss about the mess and I  slowly started to relax because by her tone, she didn’t seem like she heard anything about my scale of fourteen out of ten level of psychosis.

“I will call you later. “I whispered into the phone my eyes never leaving Crystal’s face. I took in her features my heart beating loudly. Ever since I was a baby, I had loved and admired my godmother, God forgive me there are a couple of nights I have dreamt that I was doing her, but that was just because of the way her daughter treated me.

She treated me like I didn’t deserve her , like I was not good enough for her . That was why I wanted so hard to be like the president. So that when I marry Cherry, we would be like them, except that I would make her happiest woman on earth .I worked ten times harder than the president to make a better future for her and our family.

Oh  my Cherry, she looked so hot in that dress.
I am great at shopping for women actually .
When I saw her in my dress, I lost it, I couldn't blink at the goddess in front of me.

My GODDESS .

The thought of anyone, But I, seeing her like that made me want to squeeze someone’s balls, rip them right off and set them on fire . It sickened me up to my killing vein, that her photographer was going to gawk at what was mine. She was fucking mine. Ever since she was born.  And I swore to kill him for that.

She was mine. Mine to touch, mine to almost kiss, mine to grope . Damn I should have kissed her. And since when her butt grow that much?

Every single day I found myself making a fool out of the Great Zayn Malik. Why did I even pose in my birthday suit, in her birthday. Why did I even use her shampoo, and why did I steal a couple of her lavender scented shampoos.?

I didn’t even think of the reason I had seventeen panties belonging to her under possession. It was absolutely preposterous how I kept collecting her undies every single year. But then again,  I was just weirdo man-child when it came to her.  I wiped sweat off my face  before coming closer to Crystal who had done nothing but shoot judging lasers my way.

I knew I looked like a nut case and for once I didn’t blame anyone for almost kissing her, that was the worse move I ever made, worse than the day I fucking touched her nonexistent boobs in the closet when she was ten.