Bullet From A Gun

19: An Unfortunate Consequence

19: An Unfortunate Consequence

"Zayn, babe, just calm down," AJ coos him as he shakes in her arms.

The couple is sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed as AJ tries her best to comfort him, even thought she doesn't really know how to handle this situation because it's never happened before, nor did she think it ever would. Zayn holds her tightly, tighter than he ever has before as he cries into her arms. He doesn't say a word to her, he just sobs, muttering words she can't quite make out.

"Please stop crying," she begs. "This is my fault. Zayn, please stop. Let's just talk about it, okay? You can tell me off and curse at me all you want, just please stop crying," she pleads, hoping he'll take her up on her offer. She would do anything to make him stop. It hurts her to see him like this, so small and so scared.

He stops and looks up at her with blood shot eyes, making her feel even more guilty than ever. The color in his normally tan face us drained and he looks exhausted. He takes in a deep, shaky breath as he starts to calm down.

She watches him, hugging him tightly as he burrows his soaked face in her neck. She smoothes his hair down as she shushes him calmly. After a few minutes, Zayn stops crying, starting to breathe normally again.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers into his hair. "I didn't mean to upset you, okay? It's my fault. I completely understand why you hate me, I hate myself, too," she confesses.

Zayn looks up at her with a sad look in his eyes. "Don't hate yourself," he tells her, barely audible.

She frowns. "But-"

"Just tell me everything that happened," he says, cutting her off, trying to be stern. "I promise I won't flip a shit if you just tell me the truth."

She takes a deep breath as he sits up, leaning against the bed with her. "Do you want the whole truth?"

He looks at her with his red eyes. "Don't lie to me again," he warns.

"We got into a little disagreement after you texted me," she tells him. "He told me I should just break up with you because I always complain when you try to rescue me."

"I told you, dammit, AJ! I told you he just wanted me out of the picture and you-" he starts, but she stops him.

"Let me finish," she pleads.

"Fine," he grumbles.

"After I stuck up for you, he left me alone for a few hours and then when he came back, he apologized and we started talking."

"Then what? You just kissed him?"

She shakes her head. "I asked him if he had a girlfriend or is he liked anybody."

Zayn leans his head back. "God, so he said no and you fucking kissed him, didn't you?"

She shakes her head again. "I told him to tell me because I wouldn't tell anybody and he made me promise that I wouldn't get mad and I said yes. I should've known he was going to say me, but it didn't click until he kissed me."

Zayn snaps his head towards her. "You told me-"

"But I kissed him back," she quickly adds. "But it will never, ever, ever happen again. I don't want it to."

He takes a deep breath and stands up. "I need another fucking drink," he says, stumbling over to the phone.

AJ quickly follows him, grabbing his hand before he can grab the phone. "Please don't drink anymore," she begs. "I don't like it when you drink, please, Zayn."

He stops and turns to her. "Do you regret it?"

"So much," she says quickly, but her voice is weak.

"Would you ever leave me for him?" He asks, weakly, his eyes start to look glassy threatening tears again.

She shakes her head. "Never."

"Do you promise to never leave me?"

"I promise," she says honestly.

Zayn doesn't say anything for a good while. He just stares at her hand on his wrist. After a few moments in heart stopping silence, AJ pulls her hand away from him, thinking his gesture meant he didn't believe her or that he doesn't want her anymore. She is wrong, so very wrong.

Zayn grabs her hand quickly, not making any movement to pull her close. "Can you put your ring back on now?" He asks with a weak smile.

She looks up at him. "Gladly," she says with a smile, knowing this is his way of accepting her apology.

He smiles at her, sitting down on the bed as it squeaks. As he sits there, AJ runs over to her bag, finding her ring and putting it on again, showing him after she's done.

He signals for her to come over to him. She does and stands between his legs. He runs his hands down her arms and interlocks their fingers. "You always look so fucking hot in my clothes," he tells her, trailing his eyes down her body. "You have no idea how lucky I am to have you all to myself," he says sincerely.

She smiles at him. "You're insane when you're drunk."

"Why?"

"You go from an asshole to an emotion wreck to a horny bastard in the span of an hour."

He smirks at her, pulling her closer to him. "Why do you think I stopped getting piss drunk," he asks with a smug look on his face.

She just shakes her head. "Let's lay down, it's almost six in the morning," she tells him.

"I can't go to sleep," he tells her, "baby, I'm wasted, remember?"

"I said let's lay down, I never said sleep. I'm not stupid, I know you can't go to sleep."

"I don't want to lay down."

"Why? Do you feel nauseous?" She asks quickly.

He shakes his head. "We should stay up to watch the sunrise," he tells her, pulling her as close as he can without hugging her.

"You want to watch the sunrise?" She asks curiously.

He nods. "It'll be cool," he shrugs.

"You're a real mush when your drunk," she teases.

"I can not be a mush if you want. It wouldn't be hard because you look so damn sexy right now in my shirt and that ring," he says, running his eyes down her body, making her blush.

"What do you want to do?" She asks, suggestively.

"Whatever you want, baby," he says softly.

She moves forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. "We should go night swimming," she suggests.

He looks at her. "You know I can't swim, babe."

"Who said anything about swimming?" She raises her eyebrows at him and he puts it together.

She slowly sits down on his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Fuck, you're so hot," he mutters. "But you don't have a bathing suit," he points out.

"Neither do you," she counters.

"So what are you suggesting? Naked swimming?" He raises his eyebrows at her. "Because I would be up for that," he says with a smirk.

"That's not sanitary," she scolds him.

He grins at her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "So? It'll be fun."

"Only if you promise you won't worry about me another guy ever again because you have nothing to worry about."

He stares at her as his smile falls. "I shouldn't have to."

"And you don't."

"I won't worry if you don't give me a reason to."

"Are you promising me?" she asks.

He nods. "Promise."

"And you can't go after him," she quickly adds him.

He stares at her. "And why the fuck not? He came onto my girl- fiancé. You're mine not his and I should teach him a fucking lesson."

"Zayn, stop," she tells him. "I thought we agreed it won't happen again and he knows that."

"You fucking talked to him?" Zayn asks, removing his hands from her waist.

"No, it's not like that," she rushes as he pushes her off his lap.

He stands up and starts pacing back and forth. "You do have feelings for him, don't you?" he asks her seriously. "I bet you had a fucking thing with him while I was gone, didn't you?"

"Zayn, we didn't do anything! I texted him to make sure he was okay because when I left he looked upset and I didn't want him hating me and-"

"Why would it matter if he hated you? Huh?" He asks, cutting her off.

"Because if he hates me, he can tell Sonny where we are or that you took me. Do you want that?" she asks him seriously.

He scoffs. "That's the only come back you ever have, you know?"

"What is that suppose to me?"

"That's all you ever throw at me! Like I don't know it's all my fault that he's after you or me!"

"That's not even true!"

"Yes it is! That's your excuse for everything and you never trust me!" He yells.

"Zayn, I do trust you!"

"No, you don't! Because if you did, you would trust that I wouldn't go after him, because I fucking know Sonny would have my balls if I went back there, AJ! Do you really think I would risk leaving you alone or dying just so I could beat the shit out of that prick you have some fascination with?"

"Zayn-"

"No," he stops her. "You don't fucking get it. I do everything I possibly can and more to keep you safe and you don't fucking get it."

"But I do know," she says quietly.

He looks at her. "Then why don't you trust me? Do you think I'm going to do something to get into trouble or get myself killed?" he asks her.

She stays quietly for too long.

He stares at her, with his blurry vision. "You fucking do," he confirms bitterly. "Thanks for all the trust, babe." He starts walking towards the door, but stops and turns to her. "You know, even though you did cheat on me, I still trust you and I still do want to marry you and I still fucking love you."

"Zayn, wait!" she yells, trying to stop him before he leaves, again.

He snaps his head towards her. "What?" he asks her. "And don't even try to tell me I'm lying because I'm not and you know that."

"I'm sorry," she tells him.

"Sorry really isn't going to work ri-"

Before he can even finish his sentence, AJ runs over to him, jumping on him, making him stumble back into the door. She doesn't even let him get a word out before she firmly presses her lips to his.

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idk, man, I think drunk Zayn is hot.

so, what do you think is going to happen now?

this almost has 210k reads omfg.

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