Amour

Chapter 17

A/N

Sorry this took so long but I think it'll be worth the wait... enjoy :) 

Harry’s POV

“What…what are you doing here?” I asked, my voice laced in fear. The way Zayn’s eyes scanned my body sent shivers down my spine.

“Well, I suppose I could ask you the same thing. After all, I was here first wasn’t I?” He arched a perfect eyebrow and carelessly tossed his cigarette out the window. I was almost certain my gulp was audible.

“Oh, right” My hazy mind struggled to form coherent words but all I could do was alternate my gaze between Zayn’s flawless features and the floor beneath my feet. “Well I guess I’ll just uh go then… sorry.”

“Or how about you stay for a bit.”

I barely begun to shake my head in refusal before Zayn swiftly crossed the room and closed the door in one fluid motion. I swear I heard the click of a lock but I wasn’t entirely sure in my current state. “N-no I can’t I have to-” I argued, standing from the bed in a rush.

The room spun around me and I stumbled forward a step before grabbing onto the nearest thing to steady myself. Unfortunately, the nearest thing was not actually something but a someone- Zayn. My hands clung to his broad, leather covered shoulders. He instantly reached out and steadied me with strong hands on my waist.  I flushed scarlet and retracted my touch but Zayn’s remained tight.

“Have you been drinking?” He questioned, amusement and shock noticeable in his tone. I despised the way he seemed to mock me with his tone alone. As if it was so damn hilarious that I had drank. I was sick and tired of this good boy reputation.

“What’s it to you?” I snapped, shoving him away. Yet again, I expected him to snap right back but Zayn Malik never ceased to amaze me.

His dark chuckles filled the room and suffocated me. I was too pissed off to be around laughter. I just wanted to wallow in self-pity and my hatred toward Louis and his little slut alone.

“Stop laughing at me.” I seethed and attempted my best death glare in Zayn’s direction.

“Feisty little one, aren’t you?” He smirked wickedly.

“I’ll show you feisty.” I muttered, crossing my arms in defiance. My fear was quickly turning into anger. Zayn was really starting to piss me off. It’s a good thing I was drunk because I knew there was no way in hell I’d ever talk to Zayn like that if I was sober. I would probably be crying and shaking already.

“Is that a promise?” Zayn asked lowly, closing the space between us rapidly. My breath hitched in my throat at his close proximity.

Zayn managed to infiltrate all of my senses at once. My nose was filled with the lovely scent of his cologne mixed with smoke. I struggled not to creepily lean in and inhale deeply. Zayn was a potent toxin rapidly filling my lungs.

I knew this was wrong, so wrong. But my head was spinning with a mix of the alcohol and the breathtaking boy in front of me. I couldn’t help but to lean into his touch as his velvety hand caressed my cheek. My body ached for a warm touch to distract me from the pain of betrayal in my chest. Anything to make me forget, even if just for a short period of time.

“I’ve imagined this so many times since you moved here.” Zayn murmured huskily in my ear before spinning me around and pushing me onto the bed. “What it’d feel like to touch you. To fuck you.”