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

Chapter 24

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~Ray~

I sat in the living room, aimlessly staring at the walls, the television running. It's been a week since we both fought and it's always been this cycle were, we fought, didn't look into each other's face for nearly a week, we fought again and bam, we talk again like we never fought. But, this time I thought it had gotten a bit out of hand and I knew it. Both Zayn and I had spoken words that we shouldn't have, hurting each other. Not like, the both of us taking turns to hurt and insult the other was new but this happened round the time we were in the 'almost friends' stage and obviously, this fight was a huge blow. And the problem here was both of us never grew the balls to apologise or whatever. We always waited for the next fight to talk and unfortunately this time the next fight I was waiting for, never arrived which actually was surprising.

Mu thoughts were cut short when the front door, suddenly was slammed open making me jump with fright and clutch my chest in fear. When I saw Zayn walk in, I visibly calmed down.

Shit! That was close!

When I narrowed my eyes at him, I noticed he was stoned.

Utterly, completely, highly, stoned.

Not like this was new to me. This was the fourth time in the past week that he had come home like this. I rolled my eyes when he dramatically or maybe not so dramatically as stumbled upon his own feet. I switched off the television and stood up not wanting to put up with his f**kedupness more than I already had. As I started walking towards my room, I froze as Zayn's lean, tattooed arms snaked around my waist.

I scowled and turned over in his arms. "What?!"

All he returned was a cheeky, flirty smile. I smiled, weakly. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the show but honestly, him being drunk, stoned and of course the both of us being in a fight dampened my mood. I wiggled under in his arms.

"Wiggle, wiggle..." Zayn sang and whistled.

"F**k! Zayn," I spoke in a warning voice. "Let go."

This encouraged him further as he slowly but not so gently backed me up against the wall. I felt so intruded as Zayn effortless invaded my personal space.

"Have you ever heard of personal space?!" I snapped.

Zayn wrinkled his nose, before the annoying cheeky smile was back. "Kiss me, Rachael!"

My eyes widened at his sudden want. "What?!"

Before I could move, Zayn's grip around me tightened and he leaned down, trying to kiss me.

"Zayn, let me go," I demanded, trying to get rid of the tight grip he had around me.

Zayn stopped and looked at me, confused. "Don't you want to kiss me?!" He asked.

"No," I shook my head.

Liar!

"I thought," he paused like he was trying to remember what he is talking, "I thought you wanted to kiss me."

I do!

F**king hell, I don't! At least not when you are f*cking stoned.

"Well, obviously, no," I said. I realised his hands on my waist were still in place.

Liar again!

"But," he swallowed, "but why?!"

"Because you are stoned. Drunk?!" I suggested.