Moments / Zayn Malik One Direction Fanfic

Part 10.

“Babe, really, just don’t think about it okay? Real sorry hon I never wanted any of this to happen. Well yeah you know I’m with her right? And it is not that simple. She’s on tour with me. where would she live and stuff. I promise my heart is for you dear. Ara, listen someone’s here. I’ve got to go, talk to you soon me love”, he pressed the disconnect button on his iPhone, then try as quick as he could to look as if he was still asleep. He took of his jacket, then crashed into bed, took a pillow and look as if he was snuggling it.

I heard every single word. I was bursting into tears and in the same time, I was holding back all the anger inside of me. I could tell my face would turn bright red, as I walked by a mirror near the door to our room.

“Zayn, what the fuck is wrong with you!!”, I slammed the door shut until the framed picture on the wall fell due to the vibration.

“Tsam shut up, I’m sleeping”, he sounded confincing.

“Don’t you dare lie to me. after all this? You cheated on me with Ara behind my back?! How could you!”, I was yelling too loud I can barely hear the steps coming in the front door.

He still laid down quietly, his body was facing the other side.

“Man up and tell me that you don’t love me!”, I took away the pillow he was hugging and threw it back at him furiously.

“Tsam… I can explain”, he stood out of bed and approached me slowly. He didn’t seem sorry at all.

“Fucking tell me that you don’t love me!!”, I screamed again. This time I took his perfume on top of the table and threw it right at him. He ducked and luckily missed. The now broken perfume had lead out a strong scent.

“Tsam…”

“Tell me!!”, I poked him.

“I love you, it’s just…”

“Tell me the truth!!”, I shoved him back to bed.

“Damn it stop yelling already! I have feelings for Ara that I can’t deny, okay?? Is that what you want to hear?”, he raised his voice.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, cupping my face and holding back the tears wasn’t an easy task when the hurtful truth came out. “Why”, I said quietly, I was still sobbing. “Tell me why!!!”, I yelled and threw the nearest object to me.

“I met her before the tour okay, and…”

“Don’t tell me y-you slept with h-her?!”, I stuttered.

He leaned to the wallpapered wall, crossed his arms and looked down. “How could you?! That was two freaking months ago. You’re utterly a disgusting human being, I can’t believe I loved you”, I yelled one more time.

“Sam, wait”, he grabbed my arm strong. He wouldn’t let me go as I was giving all my strength to resist him. He was holding both my hands now and yelling in front of my face, “Look at me!”, he ordered. I shifted my head and looked away. “Damn it look at me Sam!”, he yelled. I can feel his hot breath on my red and wet face.

“If I could rewind time, I would. I love you, I’m sorry that this happened. You can hate me all you wan’t. but damn it i don’t have a bit of regrets these pass ten months. You’re amazing and better off without me”,  he looked down. His brown eyes looked sad, and as if he was telling the truth.

I took my hands off him and slapt him hard in the face, he didn’t react. “I fucking hate you Zayn Malik. Fuck off!”, I shoved him one more time than stormed out.

As I was opening the door I accidentally bumped to pretty much every one else who were standing in the way. “Ouwch”, Niall rubbed his face due to me opening the door, I practically slammed his face. Their face were concered, shock, dull and pretty much everything. Harry was on the far end and held my arm, “Sam…”, his face was downright concered. His sweater had sweat stains on them from the horse ride earlier.