GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter 34➵make up

'Whatever. We need to talk.' She announced, seriously.
Both men's smile disappeared and their eyes focused on Selena's.
'All of us.'
The two men exchanged a confused look, something happened.
'No, that's not about what you think you've been told it was!' Zayn claimed, raising his hands in the air.
'What is it about then?' She asked, crossing her arms on her chest.
'She's been wrong, she can't blame me for wanting her safe! And who the fuck is she to talk to me like I was a piece of shit? There are hundreds of girls out there that want me in ways she can't even imagine!' The hazel-eyed man defended himself.
'Get the fuck outta here, bro.' She replied, looking straight in his eyes.
'Excuse me?' He ironically laughed.
'If hundreds of girls want you then get them and tell Aly you cheated, she'll stab you in the heart, sweetheart.'
'Don't call me like that again, ya ain't my mom!'
'Would you prefer daddy?' Selena smirked.
'Dude, you're worse than me when you're on drugs.' Zayn, declared, running to the door.
James bent his head to follow his mate with his eyes.
'How did you know they broke up?' He asked when he heard the door slam.
'I didn't.' Selena admitted a proud smile stuck on her face.
'What? But how did...'
'Oh! less talking, Bell.' She sighed grabbed his cheeks. She suddenly kissed him, James laid his hands on the hollow of her loins and moved his face away from hers.
'What is that for?' Jee asked.
'Because life is too short to follow the rules.'

A few rooms later, Zayn got out of the shower,e wrapped a towel around his waist and lit a cigarette, and went to the wardrobe where he had put his clothes. Just as Zayn put his hand on the closet doorknob, someone knocked violently on the door. He sighed and opened the door.
'Alyssa?' he asked, seeing an ombre-haired girl standing with her back to the door frame.
'Oh, that's your room?' She said, embarrassed.
'Yeah.' He rolled his eyes. 'What happened to your face?' He questioned her, emotionless as he noticed she was cut open her forehead.
'Hum... nothing important. I just wanted Mike's first aid kit.' the blue-eyed girl said.
'Come in. By the time you find mike, you're gonna bleed to death, anyway.' Zayn let her in.
'Sit on the bed.' He ordered as he walked to the bathroom to take the kit.
'How did you do that?' the man asked, nonchalantly, grabbing a compress and some disinfectant.
'I just h... hum doesn't matter.'
'Why am I not surprised?' Zayn mumbled.
'Ouch!' she claimed.
Zayn ignored her interjection and continued to fix her.
'We should talk, don't you think?' Alyssa declared.
'Ain't got nothin' to say.' The hazel-eyed responded by sticking a band-aid on her wound.
'Zayn, please!' Goldilocks stood up after he went to the bathroom again.
'No, Alyssa!' he screamed turning towards her. 'Because it's always the same fucking thing! Can't you understand all I want is to know you're safe? It may be selfish but I don't fucking wanna wake up in the morning and find you've been murdered like everyone around me has been! Can't you just understand that? huh? I fucking care 'bout you and I don't give a shit about Spoon or the rules or Victoria or anything! But you don't seem to understand that and you just threw me the fuck away because I care about ya? I'm sorry to let you know that but I'm not the only one who does! If you wanna think we are overreacting, then just go for it. And you know why am I'm saying that? Because I love you and I..'
'You what?' She interrupted him.
'I love you, Alyssa.' Zayn admitted, looking down at the floor.
The blondie who was standing up on the bed, jumped on his arms.
'How could I ever let you go!' She replied before kissing him.