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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.


13. Rage

I'm sitting in class, trying to concentrate while resting my head on my chin. Tamara is sitting next to me, and keeps giving me looks. I can tell she is desperate to talk to me. About Zayn.

I'm surprised the others hasn't told her about me and Zayn hanging out yet, but I guess she'll just warn me like the others.

When class is over, she quickly collects her books - damaging a perfect pink nail while doing it - and drags me with her out of the class room with her surprisingly strong arms. 

She waits untill the majority of the students have left, and then she starts.
"I've spoken to Harry.." she pauses, looking down at her, now ruined, nail. Then her tone changes.
"Louise what the hell are you doing with a guy like him!?" 

I feel protective of Zayn for some reason, and I don't like it when people talk about him like that when they don't even know him. 

"You don't even know him," I say, hoping she will just let me go, though I figure she wont.

"No, YOU don't even know him," she shoots back, "I know plenty about him,"

"Yea maybe I don't know him, but at least I don't judge him without actually trying to get to know him first," I'm angry now, and I feel like Tamara and I are in two completely different places. 

"He's just that messed up, Lou! Like how is he being nice to you? He takes you to school, and gives you one of his cheeky smiles once in awhile? He's hot and he knows it! He just wants to get into bed with you, and then he'll forget everything about you! You're naive, Louise!" She's yelling now. The vain in her forehead looks like it's about to pop, and I take a step back. 

I have a hard time recognizing that sweet cotton candy-like girl I have become friends with.

She really thinks that little about me. But a little part of me actually takes in her words. Maybe I AM naive.


Zayn's POV

Walking out of the classroom, a guy steps out in front of me, blocking my way. It's Liam. 

"We need to talk," he looks serious, and I assume he's here to talk about Louise. I try walking past him, but he reaches out for my arm.
I don't bother getting angry, so I just follow him down the hallway. 

There was a time when Liam and I were close friends - almost like brothers. That's a long time ago, but I don't forget. He was the best friend I've ever had. 

He's always been the "good guy" who's only wish is to please everyone - the innocent one. Now that we pretty much hate each other, I prefer to refer to him as "the weak one". 

We drifted apart when it started going downhill for me. I was weak back then and vulnerable over the loss of my dad, and I felt like I needed to get tougher and badder. To switch off my emotions. 
Liam didn't like that at all. He didn't like the cigarettes, the tattoos, how I acted when I was drunk, or the girls I took home with me. 

I tried several times to win him back: taking him to clubs - but he couldn't lie about his age - getting him girls - but he wasn't confident enough to make a move or do anything with them anyway. 
I see now how that was a bad move, and how I screwed up my life - and it just got worse from there.
Liam started ignoring me. I guess I had just changed too much. Grown up.
I pitied him back then, but now I almost envy him. 

I'm trying so hard to change now, to get back on track, but the only one who seems to be brave enough to give me a chance is Louise. She doesn't listen to the rumors - or maybe she does, but she just chooses to get to know me before judging, she chooses not to be scared of me. Or at least she doesn't show it to my face. That's one of the things I like about her. 

I follow Liam outside, and he is still having a firm hold on my arm. I tighten the muscle and he lets go.
He turns around and looks me directly in the eyes. 

"You need to back off, Zayn!" 

"And why is that Liam? Are you threatening me?" He has taken control, and I feel a massive need to buff up and show him that he needs to respect me. To fear me. 
I concentrate on fighting that feeling, to make it go away. But it's so hard. I don't wanna lose face, to be weak.

"I tell you this, one time, and I mean it. Don't play with her feelings, you'll ruin her,"

He keeps going. 

"She's not like the girls you use to be around, and you need to understand, and respect that she's not a toy or a slut," 
How dare he talk like that to me
. The rage rushes through my body, the way it does when I'm about to burst. I clench my fists and try to calm myself one more time.

"I know you feel bad about your dad, about your life and your bad choices, but don't make her a part of it, don't make her a part of the pile of guilt that you keep bottled up inside you,"

He's trying to trigger me, and it works. I feel the tears filling my eyes, and before I can even try to calm myself down further, my strong fist collides with Liam's jaw. I hit him again and again, and I enjoy the feeling of being in control as I hover over his vulnerable body lying on the concrete. 

I feel two strong arms enclosing me from behind, as the salty tears run down my twisted face. 

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I've just started a Beau fanfic, called Trouble Makers, Cameras and Six Packs, so if you like the Janoskians then feel free to take a look ;) Xx

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