The Babysitter (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Part 8

Part 8 

"what did you just say?" James said grinning.

"You perfectly heard me man," I uttered coldly.

He took his blackberry with a huge grin, a bitter grin that made me satisfied of what I just did and he declared "I never knew that Samerah had a pathetic boyfriend. Anyways I will call her later, when she's not "busy". He mimed the 'between brackets' with his fingers and added "Bye man."

Miraculously, I said nothing, did nothing, didn't respond. I just gave him a cold dangerous look that he perfectly understood.

When I closed the door, I realised what I just did, why did I do this? Is it my business? no. Do i care? No. Is it my work? No.

But I convinced myself that I'm a babysitter so I should protect the kiddos of any dangerous suspicious thing, and that James is a dangerous and suspicious person, so I did my job. I smiled proudly to the weird explanation that I just managed in my blown mind and walked towards the living room, where Samerah was sitting, playing with her phone.

She waited for James. She wanted to meet him, he has her number he can easily call her and inform her that a weirdo didn't let him come in. Or maybe it is REALLY her boyfriend?

"so?" she grinned as she saw me .

"SO WHAT?" I shouted.

"Where is James?" she said smirked.

"It wasn't Your baby Stupid blonde James Okay." I screamed, not able to controle my emotions.

"Then who was it?" She asked confused.

"Nobody." i answered and sat beside her, waiting for the twins to come so I can take care of them, as always.

"Oh okay I see. Zayn you aren't a professional liar trust me." she winked, making my heart skip a tiny beat.

"What do you mean?" I raised my voice to hide my emotions .

"You said 'blonde." who told you James is blonde?" she smirked .

Damn I was caught .

I started freaking out for a while. How can I be that stupid ?

"I I'm I he..." I stuttered .

Her phone rang at that moment. Saved I was for the moment.

"Hellox oh hey James ......what's up. Where are you? Okay Okay I'' opening hahahahahaha yeah I know Okay." she replied glancing at me .

My blood was getting hotter and hotter , I felt like I was going to explode sooner or later .

When she hung up, she gave me a quick look, stood up and walked towards the door, moving her waist slightly. I pinched my hand to calm myself down . I was very emotional now,my urges, my nervousness, my violence, my anger, my jealousy, WHY?

They will make fun of me . They will laugh at me. They will laugh at the pathetic babysitter. She was walking towards the door. She was about to touch the latch when I ran insanely towards her , grabbed her wrist roughly and shouted "Don't OPEN."

"WHY NOT!" she replied with the same tone.

"BECAUSE I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU" I screamed back .

"OF THE TWINS. NOT ME. I AM NOT A KID" she screamed back, her face was getting redder and redder .

I stared at her without replying , still grabbing both of her wrists.

"I'm going to open this fucking door now move your hands. " she yelled .

"You are not. It's an order," I told her

The doorbell rang again . *Fuck you James* I thought and pushed her against the wall .

"WTF?" she shouted .

"ring ring ring ring ....." I couldn't hear the ring anymore, I was hearing some hazy vague echos in my head .

I just realised what i just did to Samerah. I was acting like a rapist or?

No i was protectiong her from that guy. She moved her hips to get off my embrace but I tightened my hand around her making her stop moving.

She looked up and I thought of something that I shouldn't be thinking of.  

*She caressed my cheek smoothly and I did the same. I shivered. Her cheeks were so soft so does her lips. I leaned towards her slowly she smiled, blushed and our lips touched ...*

"Ahem ." Samerah's cough bought me to reality.

I realised that i was still grabbing her wrist, leaning dangerously towards her face.

"ZAYN MALIK CAN YOU PLEASE LET ME OPEN THE DOOR ." she pushed my chest, kind of disgusted. I was disgusting her.

At that moment we heard the door's noise.The keys. And someone opened the door.

It was her mom with the twins. Samerah's mom dropped her jaw as she saw us. Of course she was surprised because we looked like ... I mean she was against the wall and I was on her, grabbing onto her wrists.

"What's going on here ??!" Her mom shouted.

Samerah didn't reply.  

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