The Bad Boy-ZaynMalikFanfic

Hannah is just a average teenage girl, living next to 18 year old Zayn Malik


16. "I'm not like him"

Hannah's POV

"You're mine and only mine" he whispered as he tightened his grip around my wrist. "Z-zayn please stop. You're hurting me." The darkness from his eyes faded and regret and concern filled the bright hazel orbs.

He took a couple of steps back, allowing me to have room. He ran his hand through his dark hair tugging the ends as liquid filled his eyes."I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeated with a small voice. "I'm a monster just like him!" He hit the wall. 

"Zayn, please stop it" I grabbed his fist gently rubbing it, I didn't want anyone to wake up from the noise. Tears fell out his eyes as we sat in the bed, "I didn't mean to hurt you Hannah." He wiped his tears and lifted up my wrist pressing a light kiss to it. "Please don't think I'm a monster, please don't." He looked so vulnerable and delicate, "Please just calm down Zayn" "I can't, I'm nothing like him Hann, I promise." He starred into my eyes and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest and falling onto the kingsize bed. 


Zayns POV

I played with her hair while she led on my chest. I'm sure my heart was gonna explode from beating so quickly until one question stopped it. "Zayn... What did you mean by you're not a monster like 'him'?"  She turned onto her front, her face inches away from mine. "It's a long story" I coughed and shook my head. "Ooh... Well I got time" she brought her hands into my hair and started playing with it. "It's nothing." She shook her head and spoke "No Zayn, it's something and you need to stop bottling things up!"  "It's none of your business!" I spat back. "Well Zayn, you just hurt me and you won't even explain why!" She looked down her eyes on my chest which was covered by a black shirt. I sighed and lifted her chin so she looked me straight in the eye. "I'm sorry I hurt you, it's just I've never had a father figure and I dunno how to show someone I care and love them." Then all the memory's hit me, I shook them out of my head and shivered. "Please tell me when your ready Zayn, I'll never judge you." She kissed my cheek and reached over and switched off the lamp.



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