That's How We Fell! (ft.Zayn Malik)

Chapter 19

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~Ray~
I being pissed was such an understatement as to what I felt at that moment. While, a part of me was still intrigued by his sudden change of behaviour about his family, the rational, self respected part of me was thoroughly annoyed.
I had stopped talking to him and it has been 3 days since. As much as I hated him for being so irrational with, I started making breakfast for him, because he said he missed home food and that was the least I could do for him, because again I was staying at his place. I worked late night that day, not wanting to see or have any kind off conversation with Zayn. I quickly grabbed my things and quietly drove back to the flat, expecting yet another quiet night. I pulled over by n the parking lot and quickly got into the elevator, punching on the floor's number. I walked towards the front door of the flat and used the spare key under the mat to open the main door. I turned the know and opened the door only to wish o hadn't. I froze as I saw some random brunette eating Zayn's face off. They were both half naked, making out breathlessly on the couch.
I felt like an intruder and I didn't like it. I felt like they had a connection and that I was interrupting it. It was gross, so unnerving.

Stop!

I knew where they were gonna take it to. It was so obvious. The brunette was straddling him, making him moan.
I knew I had to do something, but I was glued to the doorstep. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips and gladly that was loud enough to grab the brunette's attention. Her eyes widened as she got off Zayn in one swift move, making him groan.
"Erica," he moaned. "Where are you going, babe?!"

Babe?!

Erica, noiselessly grabbed her shirt and slipped it on covering herself. She looked at me apologetically before looking at Zayn.

"Zayn?! I gotta go, baby!" She said and pecked his cheek. I flinched. A gesture as small as a peck on his cheek by the girl made me cringe.

Baby?!

"Why?!" He slurred.

Slur?! He is drunk?!

"I have to," she whispered. He sloppily grabbed her face and kissed her long and deep. Bile rose up my throat, making me wanna throw up.

She pulled away and walked towards the front door.
"I'm sorry. We kinda got carried away," she apologised. I nodded dumbly and stepped out of her way.
"Nobody will know about this, I promise. I'm sorry. I really am," she said and walked away. I shut the front door and walked towards Zayn and dropped my bag on the coffee table. I glared at him and saw that his eyes were kinda red and dilated- like he was high. "Stop glaring," he whined.

"You look like you're on drugs," I commented.

"I am," he said, catching me off guard.

He is high?! He's on freaking drugs?! What the f**k?!

He got off the couch and grabbed a cigarette packet form the table and started walking away. I grabbed his arm and pulled the cigarette packet away.

"What the f**k are you doing, Rachael?!"

I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Well, you tell me, Zayn. What the f**k are you doing?!"

"What?!" He shrugged.

I blinked rapidly, in disbelief. "I can't believe you. I just saw you making out on the couch with some random bitch and you ask me what?! What is wrong with you?!"

"So?! Why does it bother you?!"

He is f**king unbelievable!

"I wish it didn't, but unfortunately and much to my regret and disappointment it does. You were both half naked. You were about to have sex on the couch," I exclaimed.

"Rachael, how does it concern you?!"

"I- I don't wanna walk in everytime you're about to have sex with some random whore. I stay here," I said.

"Well," he walked towards me, intimidating me a bit. "This is my house, my couch. I can do whatever the f**k I want. You are a guest and it is appreciated if you stick to you limits. Do you hear me?!"

His house.

"I stay here. I- I am your girlfriend," I said and then felt stupid.

He laughed. "Fake. You just left the most important word. Fake, Rachael. You're my fake girlfriend. From when does my fake girlfriend get to have a say in my sex life?! Fake girlfriend, Rachael. Nothing more,"

"I-I know," I stuttered.
He was scary. Very, very scary.

"Actually the problem is, do you?! Listen, if I want sex, I have it with anybody I want. I don't need your permission. I have it whenever and wherever I want to. So stay the f**k away," he snapped.

I slowly backed away. "I stay here. The least you could do is not have sex, at least while I am staying here and even if you do, most definitely not on the couch," I said.

"Like I said, this is my house and I have sex wherever the f**k I want. Rachael, my sex life is my private life and I don't want you interfering in it. Its private and is meant for me and only me to know about it," he snarled.

I scoffed. "Its not private, if it means having sex on the couch, in the living room. Just imagine, if I was in your place with some random guy?! Zayn, I know you hate me. But, it wouldn't hurt you to have some respect for me as a human, would it?! Please?! I stay here for damn's sake Zayn. Do whatever the f**k pleases you because I'm obviously a nobody to stop you from having sex. But, I would appreciate if you could stuck to your room and I genuinely hope it's not a different girl every night," I said, literally yelling.

He glared at me, his eyes burning like embers with hatred for me. I was literally burning against his scorching gaze. His hazel eyes, were dark, almost black.

"I'm not that low," he growled.

"I'm hoping so too," I whimpered, scared. The brave act I was trying to pull off was slowly fading away because I could not recognise who this Zayn
was. He looked almost animalistic.
I grabbed my bag and ran inside my room, straight to my ensuite bathroom and washed my face with cold water as the first stray rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away as more rolled down.

What have I gotten myself into?!