Find it on Wattpad

Wattpad: //

Sneak peak:
"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.


23. His Place

- "What does your mum do?" I ask, for the first time being able to take in how Zayn's home looks - since I was pretty hungover the last time I was here.

It's beautifully classic and modern at the same time. Everything is in black and white and they have light hardwood floors like ours. The white walls reflect the strong sun coming in through the big windows and it creates lightness and makes the space look even bigger. 

They seem to be doing more than great with only one income.

- "She's a lawyer," he smirks. "Ironic I know," At least that explains why he has never really gotten into too deep trouble for anything he has done that involves the police. Or at least that's what I've heard.

- "So do you get along? I mean.." I put my hands on the black kitchen counter, leaning my lower back against it, while Zayn takes two cans of Coke out of the fridge. The kitchen is very open, with free access and view into the big living room.

- "..Hm, I guess I've always been a bit of a mouthfull, but yeah we try our best to get along." he opens the cans, using his inked arm.

- "But.. Well I'm turning 19 soon, so I might start looking for my own place," he smiles, handing me my Coke. 

Same second, I hear the door closing and Jawaad and Mrs. Malik's voices out in the hallway.

- "Oh hello Zoe, lovely to see you again," Mrs. Malik waves at me through the living room and gives me a warm and stunning smile, very much like Zayn's.
I wave back and smile, feeling slightly awkward. 

- "I gotta go back to work Zayn, you keep an eye on Jawaad, see you later - you too Zoe," She gives Jawaad a quick kiss on his forehead and disappears the same way she came in. 

Jawaad takes a seat in the couch, and turns on the TV.
- "Can't you go to your room?" Zayn asks his brother, in a put-together-tone trying not to sound angry - I'm sure it's only because I'm there.

- "No! I wanna play the Xbox!" Jawaad frowns, annoyed.

- "It's alright," I break in.

Zayn sighs, and puts a hand on my lower back, guiding me upstairs to his room instead. The touch makes my skin burn under my top. 

His room is pretty much as how I remember it. It's surprisingly neat for a boys room, but you can tell it's a male room anyway, by the street inspired art on the walls, the music stereo and a skate board in the corner. Here smells of a mixture of Zayn and hair product. I breathe it all the way in, but make sure he doesn't notice. 

I wonder how many other girls he has brought to his room. Jade maybe? 
I stop myself, and try to push her into the back of my mind where I can't see her pretty face. She was just talking to him, nothing else, this is ridicules.

- "So where? You said you were gonna move out?" I ask, and sit down onto the bed.

- "Well, somewhere here in Bradford as a start.. at least until we finish sixth form.. Then I don't know, but I'm definitely not staying here.. I mean with everybody looking the other way when I'm around, cause 'psycho'," he uses his fingers to quote, and release a strangled laugh. I can tell his reputation bothers him, even though he probably won't admit it. 

Looking at Zayn now, he looks so calm and leaned back, that it''s almost impossible to imagine his - well I wouldn't say 'psycho' side but - his darker side, and what he has been capable of. When he's angry he doesn't think. I have seen it in his eyes. And he's strong. If he wanted to, I bet he could  kill me right here right now with his bare hands. Yet I feel so safe around him.

- "What are you thinking about?" he smirks confidently. I didn't realize, but I must have gotten caught up in my own thoughts, just studying him. 

- "Just.. Nothing," I reply, still not removing my eyes from his perfect face.

- "Turns me on. Come here," he puts and arm around me, pulling me closer to his warm body, and lets our lips collide. I giggle. 

The kiss is slow and passionate, and I feel my stomach twist and turn.

- "So the school dance thing is on Saturday. Still coming?" Zayn breaks apart, his mouth only inches from mine.

I nod.
- "Of course," I say.

I feel his hot breath in my ear.
- "As my date or as my girlfriend?" he almost whispers into my ear, seduction in his voice.

The word girlfriend, coming from Zayn's mouth, blows my mind and I don't even answer, I just cover his mouth with mine again. I take control for a brief moment, but he quickly dominate me, by lying me down on the bed, grabbing me by the wrists to pin me down. 

Then his phone starts ringing, and marimba plays out loud. 
- "Ignore it," Zayn mutters inbetween his heavy breathing. He crashes his lips onto mine again, placing himself almost on top of me. 

It's finally stops ringing - only to start ringing again.
- "Dammit," Zayn removes himself from me, digging into his school bag to find his phone.

He can't find it and basically flips it upside down, making most of the books fall to the floor - his phone as well.

He drops something at my feet.

I pick up the little see through bag, holding it out between two fingers. It's filled with white powder.
I look at Zayn, lifting an eyebrow. 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...