Passion To Love Yet Fear Of Betrayal (A Zayn Malik FanFiction)

Chapter 3

Shivani's P.O.V

"Excuse me who do you think you are? just because you're some famous singer does not mean you have any right to say that about me.And lastly i'm sorry about dropping my drink on you, just tell me how much your suit costs and I will pay for it " I snapped at him.

 All of the girls at the airport looked at me with big eyes and  looked angry as if they were about to beat me blue and purple. They all had shocked expressions on their faces as if I had done some kind of crime.  I honestly couldn't care less about what they were thinking about at that moment. I always was that type of girl that didn't cry because someone said hateful words to me, I always backed myself up when I knew I was right. 

Zayn turned around and his eyes were flashing red, I could see his face redden with anger. He walked over to me and held me by the shoulders and I could feel his grip tighten.

" What the hell are you going to do about it?" He spitted out 

Before I could reply I was knocked onto the ground and began crying really hard, It took me a few minutes to realize that Zayn had just slapped me I fell down. I was crying so hard, it was difficult to see anyone.  

He tries reaching out for me but I pulled myself back. 

"Don't touch me" I yelled. trying to regulate my breathing, making myself sound a bit calm.

I whipped my tears and tried to stand up but stumbled. As I stood up I put my hand on my cheek that felt numb. I looked directly at him and gave him a hateful look, I saw no regret in his eyes. I noticed that Louis was trying to keep him back because he looked like he would attack me at any minute. 

As I looked around, there were many girls staring at me with a pity expression upon their faces. I didn't want to stand there like an idiot making them feel as if they won this. Instead of standing there looking like an idiot I decided to go and get my luggage so I could get away from here.  My heart was aching while I was walking over to get my luggage. Once I got my luggage, I took out my phone and called my best friend Erica to come and pick me up from the airport. 

I took a deep breath and I dialled her number

Zayn's P.O.V 

The Next Morning....

"Oh my god This hang over is killing me" I said as Louis handed me a cup of YorkShire Tea. 

"Hey Zayn, do you remember what happened yesterday? Louis managed to say but stuttered on a few words. It felt as if he was trying to tell me something, as if I had done something terribly wrong by the sound of his voice.

"No I don't remember anything" I replied, trying to figure out what really happened yesterday. But the thought of last night was blurry.

*Authors Note* Please can I get feed back , it would really mean a lot ! . I don't want to keep writing something that no one is interested in reading.