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

Chapter 30

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~Ray~
I sat on the couch in the living room, staring at the blank wall.

Nothing made sense anymore.

I mean, Zayn just fought in a club.

Just because the guy danced with me.

Did it mean something?!

"Your boyfriend was jealous."

Was it something more?!

I was confused.

My phone buzzed for the nth time.

Zayn.

I already had 27 missed calls from him, 35 messages and 5 voice mails.

What was I supposed to tell him?!

I sat there thinking over things when the door suddenly slammed open, travelling a drunk, yet sober, Zayn who was flustered. I bit my lip, looking away.

"Where the f**k where you Rachael?!" He yelled as he walked over to me.

I rolled my eyes and ignored him, like he wasn't even there. I stood up and started walking away when Zayn grabbed my arm. I winced at his hard grip. "Fvck!" I swore, but he was stronger than I was and pulled me against him.

I tried prying away from his grasp only to fail.

"What?!" I spat.

"Rachael-"

"You're an asshole, Zayn."

"Rachael!"

"Don't! Okay?!"

"Rachael....where- how did you get back here?!"

"Zayn, let me go," I scowled.

"Rachael, how did you come here?!"

"I-"

He squeezed my arm, making me whimper. "Zayn, you're hurting me."

He let go of my hand. "What were you doing there, Rachael?!"

I gave him a clueless look.

"In the club?! What- Did you kiss him?!"

"I don't think you're in the position to have me explain what I was doing in the club and if Nick kissed me. You kissed some blonde bitch!" I said.

"Rachael-"

"You just- I can't believe you just fought with a guy who actually made no move on me. Not like you care, but I can't take it any other way. Why the fvck did you hit him, Zayn?! What's with the 'she's my girl' talk?! I- gosh, what's wrong with you?!"

"Ray-"

"You bruised him. Like, what will you do if this reached the media?! I will have to answer fvcking questions for you! I-"

"Shut up, Rachael. Its all that you care about. Media! Nick! Your band! Why won't you even consider me?! Why are you giving me the cold shoulder?! I mean- I- you- lets just say, what would the media think of you if they see your pictures with the fvcking dick," he asked.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Don't turn this on me, Zayn. What will you say if they found pictures of you kissing the blond whore?! You're not even in a position to question me."

He closed his eyes, clenching and releasing his jaw. "You're pushing me too far," he threatened.

"And you think, I care?!" I folded my arms in front of my chest. "Well, no. I don't care."

"Rach-"

"Did you enjoy sucking the blonde's face?! I hope you did, because that's all you care about."

"It's not like I cheated," he retorted.

I chuckled, dryly. "Well, technically you did. I'm your girlfriend."

He laughed, darkly. "Girlfriend?! You're nothing but an annoying bitch who has had no relationship, who would stoop to any low to just irritate me and a whore. Dylan, Drew, Nick, Flynn.. who else, Rachael?" He spat.

I widened my eyes, my lips quivering, my body shaking. "Zayn?!" I whispered in shock.

"What?!" He scowled.

"I'm n-not a-a whore. I- didn't kiss anybody. I-" I hiccupped not being able to form proper sentences.

Zayn rolled his eyes, turning away from me. I walked toward him and held his jacket covered bicep. "Is that what you think of me?! That I'm a w-wh-whore?!" I stammered.

"Well, I don't know what to think anymore, Ray. But you sure as hell act like one."

"I-"

Zayn shook his head and turned to face me. "When I saw you with that guy- I don't like feeling like this, Ray."

"Well," I backed away. "I don't know what to think of you kissing that girl at the club, Zayn. If somebody should be angry here, it's supposed to be me. But look who is calling me a whore. You're the sl* t here who can't survive without sex. Not me. You know nothing about me, Zayn. Nothing. I try to see the good in you, past your vulnerabilities. I try to be nice but you just throw back in my face, Zayn," I snapped. "and you know what? I hate you. I hate you with my every fibre." I spat before I took of into the room.
I shut the door and slid down against it, pulling my knees to my chest. I sobbed until my throat ran dry.

"You're nothing but an annoying bitch who has had no relationship, who would stoop to any low to just irritate me and a whore."

"Dylan, Drew, Nick, Flynn.. who else, Rachael?!"

I remembered Flynn's words. "I hope things go well for you, Ray."

Whore.

Bitch.

I hate you, Zayn Malik.

I hate you so, fvcking much!

A/N:
Merry Christmas my crazy mofos! I hope you guys like the chapter though it's a short one but I promise better stuff. Promise. I'll try for another update, today, yeah! Please do vote and comment!

Merry Christmas, once again!

Love, Kxx