Part 3

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// ROME //

"you like this view don't you"zayn asked as he took a sip from his red bull. He was referring to Rome, it was early, the sun hadn't even risen yet he was already irritating me. Old cathedrals surrounded us and string lights hung literally everywhere.

We were on a rooftop cafe trying to get our shit together. He was still on his stadium world tour and I was still mad at him. "You just going to ignore me for something that happened a month ago, don't you want to catch up with me baby?" he chuckled.

I ashed my cigarette and laid my head down on the cold black table. The waiter should be back with my coffee, I needed it desperately.

"Enna" zayn cooed. My head snapped up, I hated that nickname and he knew that. "okay okay, Vienna" I laid my head back down defeated. He bad begged for me to come to Italy with him, since it was Italy and I loved traveling I agreed. Oh god I really do need to stop with the excuses.

"talk to me" Zayn quietly said as the waiter placed my cup in front of us. "thank you" I mumbled to the waiter. I grabbed my coffee and took a tiny sip. I examined Zayn, he was in a simple black jacket and slacks. With a very detailed gold watch. His dry hair was messed up, ruffled and hanging loosely with no product clinging to it.

I reached for the ash tray to put my cigarette out but Zayn snatched it from me and took a drag. "stop wasting my cigarettes" he ordered. The only reason I was smoking his cigarettes was because i had left my pack at the hotel. He finally put the cigarette out and crossed his arms, "I fly you everywhere, I buy you everything.. what else do you want?" his eyebrows are crinkled in confusion. "I don't ask you for anything, you give me all of this" I sit up and stare at him.

"you're a spoiled ungrateful little bitch" Zayn says laughing at his own words. I shrug and drink my coffee. "I can go home if you want, I've been missing enough school" he nods and throws his credit card into the receipt book. "You're not going anywhere and who's paying for your tuition? That's right" he took his phone out from his pocket. After speaking briefly with someone he told me to go out of the cafe first. "there's a taxi waiting for you downstairs, you go first I'll meet you at the hotel" I didnt spare a minute, I took off. I was surprised at the lack of paparazzi outside but then again it was early and nobody even knew One Direction was already in Italy. I walked straight to my cab and slammed the door shut, scaring the taxi driver during the process.

Once I got to the hotel, which was built more like a house to me, I took my boots off and flopped onto the bed. Not even two minutes into my nap an obnoxious zayn waltzes into the room. "i have a show tomorrow" zayn announces. I roll over, completely ignoring him. I hear him climb onto the bed. His heavy arm draping over my waist.

"you cant be mad at me forever" he whispered. I stay still, and feel his hand rub slowly over my back. Why did he care? He didnt love me, he didnt even like me so why did he care. My subconscious tugged at my hair begging me to test his mood. So I do. "Zayn?" i grab his attention as he grabs for a cigarette. "what?" though his deep soft Bradford accent turns the what into a quick and quiet "woouh" always omitting the 't'.

"i think im in love, Zayn" i smile mentally preparing myself for his reaction. He ashes his cigarette on the carpet and takes another slow drag. "is that so?" he asks playing with my hair. "yea" i reply.

"well with who?" he plays along.

"not you obviously"i grin and face him. He pushes my hair to the side "Vienna you're full of surprises" he says under his breath then he places the cigarette between my lips for me to take a drag.

"its a surprise really, that you think i actually care about anything you have to say" zayn laughs as i exhale.

"you don't have to care in fact I'd rather you not care, because i want to see him tonight" i mentally laughed. I was making all this up. There was no 'he', the only 'he' in my life was this cocky rich boy laying beside me. But if he says yes to me leaving then im definitely going to take advantage of this and go exploring.

// 50 shades of black  // zjmWhere stories live. Discover now