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"He lets go of me, looking sadly down at his toes for a moment.
Then his facial expression changes and it goes hard.

He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is looking, and then he graps my arm, hard, and pushes me up against the nearest wall. I feel the cold, hard brick wall against my back and Zayn is like 3 cm from my face. His hands are resting on the wall on either side of my head.
I cannot move and I feel completely trapped. I can feel his body heat and his hot breath on my face.
I shiver. He scares me, but at the same time he is god damn sexy.

"Who have you talked to? Are people talking?" How does he even expect me to answer this when he's literally crushing me up against a fucking wall?"

A fanfiction about a new girl and the bad boy, Zayn Malik.


15. Feel it?

At school Tamara had told me what happened and how Zayn had attacked Liam, and I feel furious and slightly disappointed. How badly is he really willing to change? Zayn has texted me all day and apologized, but I really don't want to talk too him, so I haven't answered any of them. 

I didn't even know him and Liam had been friends, the two of them seem so different. And I'm even more surprized that Liam would want to tell Zayn to back off. It was nice of him - in a way - but nothing I needed.

Zayn says he's gonna pick me up for Niall's party at 10, even though he knows I'm mad at him. I know I there is no way out, but I'm determined not to talk to him. 


I curl my hair a bit, and take some bobby pins and make a messy updo and add some hairspray. I put on my black tight dress which is a little shorter than the last time I wore it. Must have grown a bit. I apply some extra make-up, and step into my black heels. The heels are a little too high for my taste but they'll do. I put on some perfume and walk down stairs.

"You look amazing, hun," My mum says, smiling at me.

"Thanks," I say as the doorbell rings. Zayn.

I sigh and walk to door and open it. He is looking more handsome than ever. He is wearing a denim shirt and black jeans. His eyes are gleaming in the dark, and just looking at them sends shivers down my spine. He has his sexy smirk on, and he bites his lip and looks at me up and down. 

"You look beautiful," his voice is deep and sexy, and I have to remind myself what he has done to Liam, and that I'm pissed at him. 

"Thank you, you don't look bad yourself," I say politely - even though it's an understatement. As I turn my back to him to get my purse, I see my mum sitting in the couch, spying on us. I roll my eyes, take my purse and walk past Zayn out the door and into his car without a word. 

I wait for him to start the car, but he just sits looking at me, wanting to talk to me. I look through my phone, ignoring him. But it's so hard.

I'm sorry," he says when I finally look at him. He looks sad, but it's not helping. I roll my eyes.

"You should be," I say, which makes him break eyes contact and look down. 

"Look, Liam and I have a history.. and he reminded me of every bad choice I've taken and what person I have become.. He was pushing my limit's, couldn't take any more," his voice cracks and it looks like he's about to cry. He is still looking down at his hands. 

"And that gives you the right to hit him?" 
I look at him with what I hope is cold eyes, though on the inside he's slowly making me melt by showing me his soft side. I've just gotten used to his more arrogant one.

"Of course not.. I know I have a problem with my temper," he looks ashamed.
"Zoe I'm not trying to use you or push you to anything, you know that right?" he looks me in the eyes, and his are bigger than ever. 
I'm the one to look down now. I know that. I nod, I can't help it.

"I feel good just being near you Zoe, can't you feel it as well?" I can tell he's telling the truth, but I'm not answering or looking up. I do feel it. My thoughts on the other hand, are on his side.

He puts his hand on mine, and brushes it lightly with his thumb. I feel it all over my body, and my heartbeat fastens. I look at our hands.
"Feel it?" his voice is low and seducing. I don't answer.

He puts his fingers between mine, and  holds my hand in his.
"How about this?" his hand is warm and soft, and I definitely feel it.

"Or.." I look up and see his face moving slowly towards me. His eyes are filled with lust and I close my eyes just as he press his soft lips onto mine.

All my anger goes away and I feel an explosion inside every vein in my body. I feel dizzy and overwhelmed like if I was flying and I don't want this moment ever to stop. He cups my cheek with his hand and place the other on my waist.

I feel the tip of his tongue brushing against my lips and I open my mouth to deepen the kiss and let him in. I feel his stubble on my chin but I don't mind.

The lust runs through my blood and spreads to my entire body as I put my hand in his hair. I pull at it and he groans while exploring the inside of my mouth with his soft tongue. 

When we finally pull away from each other to breathe, he is breathing heavily and looking deeply into my eyes. Wow!

I have been kissed before, but not like that.

"So am I forgiven?" he looks at me, and he is back to his confident self.

"Sure. We are even, I ruined your hair,"  We both laugh as he takes a look in the window of the car. 

"No, actually think I like it like this, sexy isn't it?" He smirks, looking incredibly pleased with himself.
I have to agree.

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