Teacher's Aid (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 46.

"My head hurts like a fucking bitch." I grumbled to myself as I walked down the stairs.

I wiped under my eyes, wiping away the smudged makeup. tieing my hair back.

I walked down into the living room, where Zayn was asleep on the couch, my brothers were in their room sleeping so thankfully I didn't have to deal with them....

Yet.

I hated them. I hated the three of them so much. Finn and Jack had no right to tell Zayn about that stuff.

I don't care if he is their best friend. It's my business, my life. Not theirs.

Especially when it was when I barely knew zayn, but honestly. They told him the same fucking day at the mall.

I didn't want to talk to them, listen to them, or hear their voice.

I wanted nothing to do with them.

I needed to cool off, to take a couple steps back and gather myself and think about how I wanted to deal with this.

What really upsets me is the fact that when I was telling Zayn when we were in his bed, he just sat there listening to me, acting as if he didn't know a single thing.

I mean sure, maybe he acted that way because he wanted to hear it from me, wanted my voice to speak the horrible words of the past.

Last night when I stormed out, I don't even know what happened. I was a fit of rage and tears and emotions.

I should've just went into my room and locked the door, and put my headphones in and just cooled off, but that wouldn't have worked.

They could have easily unlocked my door and stuff, I needed to get out of the house. I needed to go somewhere where they weren't.

I quickly swallowed the Advil, gulping down some water when I heard slippers sliding into the kitchen.

"You won, yesterday. For the uh, cook off." Zayn's voice said softly, as if he was nervous.

He should be. I was pissed.

"Is that really the first and only thing you have to say to me?" I snapped, turning around and glaring at him.

He looked down at the floor, awkwardly shuffling on his feet.

"Why'd you leave and get drunk?" He whispered.

I scoffed but didn't answer, making a bagel for my breakfast.

"Skylar."

I spread the cream cheese on my bagel, opening up the jam.

"Baby, don't ignore me." Zayn pleaded.

I put the strawberry jelly away.

"Sky, please just listen to me."

I ignored him.

"Skylar!" He snapped, grabbing my wrist.

"What?! What the bloody hell do you want Zayn?!" I cried out, turning to look at him.

Zayn's POV

"What?! What the bloody hell do you want Zayn?!" Skylar cried, turning her body to look at me.

I inhaled a sharp intake of breathe when I saw that she was about to cry,her lip was trembling her eyes were turning red and watering and she was staring at me with a pained expression.

"Skylar..." I said softly, going to cup her face so she would look at me in the eyes for more than a few mere seconds.

"Don't 'Skylar' me." she spat, ripping herself from my grasp, storming up the stairs.