Hate Turns To Lust (One Direction/ Zayn Malik Fanfic)

♪ Chapter 12 ♪

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Hey

So I know I don't usually put A/N in the beginning but I have something to say before the story begins... Thank you very much for reaching the goals in less than one day! I am supposed to update this book on Thursdays but because I love you all and all  your support I decided I would update today. Sorry if this chapter is sucky because I wrote it sort of last minute.

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~Aria's P.O.V~

Sure, everyone gets jealous when they see their boyfriend flirting with another girl but what happened just now was even worse. Like seriously? One second Zayn is kissing me and then the next he is off on a date with little miss barbie b*tch. Ha, and then when he doesn't get some, he comes to me? Yeah, he was lucky I didn't kick him in the balls.

"Aria what's wrong?" Zayn banged on the door.

I rolled my eyes and plugged in my headphones, turning my iPod to full volume. I didn't care if the loud music hurt my ears or if it would damage them permanently. All I cared about was getting Zayn's voice out of my head. I closed my eyes and tried to let sleep take over me, but sadly it didn't.

I let out a sigh getting up from my bed. I could still hear the faint noise of Zayn banging on the door through the very loud music. I grabbed my phone and jumped onto my bed again. There really was nothing to do so I decided I would go on twitter. I haven't been on it for quite some time. Irena was the one who made it for me when I was about 14; she said it was everything everyone talked about.

I logged on and the connection sign was highlighted in blue. I clicked on it and I saw the whole page covered in comments by people I didn't know. I scrolled all the way to the bottom to see what happened and why everyone was sending me tweets. I then realized that the boys followed me, which caused me to gain more followers.

That wasn't the reason why I had all the tweets coming in through. It was a picture of me and Zayn in front of my house when I was laughing at him and didn't let him come into the house until he was screaming bloody murder. That's when all the hate comments started asking who the f*ck I was. I just laughed at the tweets.

Pathetic hormonal girls, having nothing to do besides stalking One Direction and sending hate comments to everyone they met. Really, jealousy is an ugly color on girls, especially really mean ones. It just brings other people down, but in my case, it put a smile on my face. There were so many tweets giving me death threats, it was just so hilarious. Most of them were along the lines of:

@Aria_Hills Ew what the hell? Why is that ugly whore hanging out with my husband?

@Aria_Hills She can go die in a hole and leave my Zaynie alone.

@Aria_Hills I bet I could take her. She looks weak and ugly I don't know why Zayn was hanging out with her.

I let out another laugh as I noticed some pictures with my face being crossed out. I probably looked crazy right now but it was all really funny to me. I don't usually laugh as hard as this but this was a time where I just couldn't hold in my laughter. After a while of reading some more hate comments I locked my phone and tossed it on the night stand next to me.

I was tired of listening to music so I unplugged my headphones and put my iPod away. I didn't hear anymore knocks so I was assuming Zayn was gone. I turned off the lamp and snuggled into my sheets. I was about to fall asleep when I felt the other side of the bed sink down under something or someone's weight.

My eyes snapped open and just then an arm wrapped around my waist.

"What the f*ck?" I said groggily.