Cry Baby // z.m

"You're a brat." Zayn grimaces, taking the younger girls hand in his before putting his cigarette out on the marble statue.

"No I'm not." She sighs, leaning into his side. Her heels click loud with every step she takes as they walk into the banquet an hour late, attracting a little too much attention.

He pulls out her seat for her and as she sits down he kisses her forehead before whispering slowly and venomously in her ear. "Yes you are, you fucking cry baby."