Fight Me ||Zayn Malik au

Chapter Fourteen

(Warning Deep stuff on its way)

Look at the media if things get to heavy, it makes me smile.

This chapter will be relatively short, it couldn't be on the last chapter or that one would have been too long. Idunno I will figure it out. -Meg

Heather's POV

My hands are shaking as I slip the key into the door of the gym and my sheer tears as I stumble up the stairs toward the boxing mats. I rip it off and throw the remains of it with my jacket and purse to the floor. I stand before the bag in only a short skirt and a crop top, tears of pain streaming down my face. I don't notice the lights are on, and I don't notice the figure that is frozen on one of the lifting benches. I only focus on the bag in front of me. It's morphing before my eyes into His shape, his face is planted on thebag and I feel my emotions snap.

My fists are flying at the bag, my feet kicking out at it in a rage as I imagine I am fighting Him off. He's bigger than me and I feel him beating me again, the 'hits' stinging on my skin and I fight harder against Him. I'm going crazy.

"HEATHER!" A voice calls and I whirl around to see Zayn Malik standing behind me on the mat. He is sweating and looks panicked, he must have been here when I came in. I am still overwhelmed with images in my mind, my emotions are shot and I get right in Zayn's face. For the first time he looks actually scared of me.

I like that. I like being in control for once.

"What do you want!" I scream, my voice screeching but I don't care. All of the emotions about Zayn and Harry and Him are hitting me full force and Zayn is the only reciever right now. "What could you possibly want from me after being so terrible to me! I tried to spare you pain so instead you seek me out to cause me pain? What the actual fuck Zayn?!" I am stepping towards him and he is backing away quickly, his mouth opens to speak but I cut him off.

"No! I'm talking Zayn! When I am done I expect answers to all of my questions!" He just nods and give a mean smirk, "How did you know about my past? How did you know what things to say to me to completely break me down? Why would you want to? Why!" He just stands there, gasping for an answer I presume and I scoff before taking a few paces back. Casting him another angry glare I start again.

"You know what sucks the most! You want to know what guts me the most? I still like you! I still think about when we kissed, right here on this mat and how it felt and how I want to feel it again. But at the same time I don't. I don't want you anywhere near me, I don't want you to touch me with your filthly hands because you made me feel like shit and I don't let anyone make me feel like that anymore! Never again!" I shout at him and then remember our fight in the Underground.

"I want a rematch Zack," I smirk at him and raise my fits, my knuckles bleeding and split, in a threat. "I want to fight, right now, right here." Zayn just shakes his head, his eyes boring into mine and I run at him. My fists connect with his chest and his stomach, I can hear him grunt with each impact but he still doesn't move to stop me. I beat on him in a rage until I stumble back and he casually wipes the blood from his mouth where I must have hit him. He isn't moving to fight back, to defend himself, nothing.

"FIGHT ME!" I scream and he just shakes his head again. He puts his hands out in surrender and moves to grab my hands before I hit him.

"I won't fight you Heather, I can't hurt you." He says, I won't hurt you.

It will be our secret Heather.

You can't tell anyone, if you do I will burn you and your family.

I promise I won't hurt you.

Heather, stop fighting me.

My body falls to the floor, convulsing and I can feel myself start to black out but I fight off the sensation. Zayn falls to the ground next to me, my head cradled in his lap. He is calling my name, I can see his lips move but I don't know if I am saying anything back. All I see is HIM standing over Zayn's shoulders and I scream so loud I can feel my vocal chords go raw. I start thrashing in Zayn's arms, trying to get away from Him and everything. I can feel his hands on me but I know they are Zayn's and I am terrified. 

I give one more strangled scream before I feel my body lifted from the ground and I pass out, Zayn's arms around me once again.

So like I said this chapter is short but I already posted today so don't kill me. The two chapters I post today go together. Get ready because the feels are going to be overwhelming here shortly and the next couple of chapters are in Zayn's point of view. Thank you all for all the reads! I love you guys! -Meg