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

Chapter 20

A/N:
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PS: the Zayn in the book is nothing similar to the real life Zayn except for the looks, name, cigarettes, family and well yeah, the tats.
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~Ray~

I walked around the kitchen making some dinner, for both Zayn and I. But the funny part here, was that i wasn't talking to him, again. It had been 2 days since Erica was at the flat and our last fight. Zayn had been trying to talk to me for the past two days only to not succeed. If he thought convincing me was gonna be easy, oh boy, he was so wrong. I finally dished the food out and as if on cue, Zayn walked in. He looked frustrated but it's not like I cared. I sat at the breakfast counter and quickly downed my food. I was in no mood for another 'I'm trying to get you talk to me' speech.

"Rachael?!"

I continued eating as if Zayn hadn't spoken. If there was one thing I was good at, then it was ignoring people purposefully and not to mention successfully.

"Rachael, Don't-don't hate me!"
This caught me off guard as I turned to look at him.

"What?!"

"I-"

"Zayn, it's not like you care how I feel about you. I'm just your fake girlfriend," I snapped.

He frowned and blinked rapidly. "I-"

"Gosh," I put my hand on my forehead. "You do drugs, bring random girls home for a hook up, you drink. I don't know, what more I can expect from you."

"Ray, I-"

"No, Zayn. You had your share of talking two nights back. Its my turn. Just tell me what more you are capable of. I need to prepare myself for the worst. But honestly, I think, nothing could get worse than it already is," I sneered.

"Rachael, you're being unreasonable," he protested.

"Me?!" I scowled, "You gotta be kidding me. It wasn't me who screamed and yelled randomly after a really pleasant night. It sure as hell, wasn't me who had gotten high and brought some random whore home, for sex. It wasn't me who was at fault but turned the tables against the other person. Like, seriously and I'm the one who is unreasonable."

"Rachael, just-"

"No, you listen to me. You're the one who is being f**king rude and unreasonable and-"

"F**k, Rachael!" He slammed the breakfast counter as he stood up, "I'm trying to apologise and you just wouldn't let me. Why does it hurt you to just hear me out once or keep your mouth shut, as a matter of fact."

I bit my lip from passing another snarky remark and make the situation worse that it already was.

"Rachael, I need it. I know you were kind off informed about my reputation before this moving in thing. Sex is like my stress buster. I need it. I haven't been in a committed relationship for quite a long time. Infact, I can't even tell when I had my last, solid, proper, girlfriend-boyfriend relationship. Apart from, alcohol, cigarettes and drugs, I need sex. It relaxes me. I-"

I cringed. "Zayn," I closed my eyes. "Do you actually hear yourself?! Do you actually know how screwed up, it sounds?! You're playing around with girls," I said.

"I don't. I only use girls who are willing to do it. For instance, Erica. I've known her for long. I knew her even before, Synchrocity," he explained.

"So what?! Is she like 'friends with benefits' ?!" I asked.

He flinched but nodded his head. "Kind off. But it's never Erica all the time."