He's a badboy

Hazel is 18 years old and moves to Bradford with her mom and little brother because her mother got a new, better job. Across the street from her home is a pizza place, little does Hazel know, that the mysterious boy who works there is going to change her life..


11. Because..

Hazel's P.O.V

"Da.. Logan?" I said with my voice shivering.

"Hi darling." He smiled.

"I'm not your darling." I told him, raising my voice.

"May I speak to your mother?" He asked.

"Just leave." I said about to close the door before he placed his foot between.

Opening the door he stepped inside, his hands were on his back as he moved his head looking around, "Nice place you've found yourself." He smirked.

"Jenna?" He shouted as I jumped.

Jaden's P.O.V

As I heard a familiar voice shout my mother's name I pressed pause before standing up, "What's up buddy?" Zayn asked standing up from my bed as well.

I didn't reply, walking over to my door I slowly opened and peeked down the stairs. My eyes widened as I spotted my Logan inside the house, "Oh no." I whispered.

Zayn stood behind me peeking out from the little crack, "Who's that douche?" Zayn asked opening the door a little more.

"My dad." I sighed.

"What are you doing here?" My mom asked as she walked over to him.

Hazel was behind mom, "I'm here to talk." He said grabbing her arm.

"Oh no." I whispered again.

"Don't touch her!" Hazel shouted slapping him.

Zayn was about to go out and help before I pushed him back closing the door behind me, "Don't go out there, you have no idea how strong he is, he will beat you up just like he beated up Hazel, mom and me!" I said with tears filling my eyes.

"Stop!" We heard Hazel scream.

Zayn ignored me and rushed out the door, I ran after him but stopped near the stairs as I watched him run downstairs knocking Logan down. Hazel was lying on the floor with mom's arms wrapped around her. Zayn punched Logan several times before lifting him up by his collar and throwing him out the door. I slowly walked down the stairs, "You want me to call the police?" Zayn asked.

"Yes." I replied as Zayn looked up at me.

I really didn't want to know Logan's out there when he hasn't changed. It was a nightmare having him as my dad. He's no longer my dad, I don't have a dad.

As Zayn brought up his phone calling the police I walked over to mom and Hazel, sitting down on my knees in front of them I placed my hand on Hazel's shoulder. She looked up at me with blood dripping from her nose, mom had a bruise on her wrist.

"Zayn will protect us." I whispered.

"Thanks, bye." I heard Zayn say as I stood up straight.

I ran over to him and hugged him tight, "You are my new hero." I said as he patted my back.

As I backed from the hug I saw that mom walked over to him, she smiled before going in for a hug, "You are welcome here anytime you want." She said.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"No, thank you." She smiled stroking his cheek.

Hazel's P.O.V

As mom and Jaden walked into the livingroom Zayn helped me up from the floor, "You should probably wash that off." He said pointing at my nose.

"Yeah." I chuckled heading into the bathroom with Zayn following me.

He closed the door and locked it as I looked in the mirror, it was alot of blood coming out of my nose. When I finally washed it all off I turned around to Zayn while leaning on the counter. He was looking at me with judging eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked walking right in front of me. 

"I never knew he would come back, or find out where we lived." I told him.

"You should've told me." He said.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Because if you told me, I would've beated him up before he hit you again. I'm your boyfriend, aren't we supposed to know everything about eachother?" He asked.

"Yeah.. But I didn't know how to say it." I mumbled.

"How about... I don't know... My dad used to beat me up. I would've understood that." He said strict.

"Why are you being mad? This is hard for me!" I almost yelled.

"Why? Because he meant so much for you before?" He shouted.

"No!" I yelled.

"Because maybe he raped all of you?" Zayn shouted.

"He didn't, no!" I repeated.

"Because.." He started before I cut him off, "Because everytime I talk about him I get these disgusting chills down my back! Because everytime I talk about him I feel like I'm about to puke! Because he's the person I hate most in this world for ruining our family! I hate him so much that I can't stand thinking about him or talking about him! I don't have a dad anymore!" I yelled with tears streaming down my face.

He remained silent for a while before I continued, "That's why, Zayn." I whispered.

He came closer and hugged me tight, "Sorry." He whispered and kissed my forehead.

He placed his hands on my cheeks lifting up my head making me look into his eyes, "I love you, okay? Don't forget that." He whispered looking at my lips while licking his.

"I love you too." I replied as our lips attached.

He placed his hands on my waist lifting me up on the counter as I held my hands around his neck pressing his lips harder against mine. Our tongues touched, and it felt so good right now. I needed this. He hands went under my top, moving up and down my back as he kissed down on my neck, sucking on my soft spot I let out a moan. He was about to take off my top before I pushed him back, "Zayn.." I whispered looking into his sparkling eyes.

"I'm not ready." I told him.

"It's okay." He said with a comforting smile.

"Sorry." I whispered.

"Don't think about it." He smirked kissing my lips once again before lifting me back down on the floor.

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