The Ghost Counselor [Ziall] [MAJOR EDITING]

20~ Betray.

ZAYN'S POV

May 2014.

I still felt like shit, for yelling at Niall like that. But I couldn't say sorry, because he's gone. And I know Niall is too stubborn with his pride, he won't ever come back. Oh fuck, what did I just do?

I carded my fingers through my hair, yanking at the roots. I deserve the pain. Because I caused someone like Niall such pain, when I'm supposed to be the one helping him, not the other way around.

I know I didn't mean a word of what stupid hurtful things I had spat at Niall, but still. I had been the one to say them, and that doesn't make it any better.

Should I have actually listened to him? What he was trying to tell me? Supposedly trying to help me? Come to think of it, Niall always looked tense when he wanted to tell me these things. Tell me about how Justin can't be trusted and he's evil.

But why does he think that? I had asked for proof, and he had mentioned our kiss. As that had been the reason I forgot about Justin for a short time. But Justin had told me I had hurt my head while tripping on the stairs and I had believed him. It sounded like the most plausible reason as compared to Niall's wild theories about Justin wanting our souls.

So of course, I believed and still believe Justin. But why am I having doubts now? Did Niall actually convince me? It's hard to see Justin as the bad guy, he is always so sweet to me. He's always hostile to Niall, but not to me.

But... why was I feeling like I had just made such a big mistake? Why was I feeling so remorseful, so guilty? I groaned out loud in frustration, banging my head on the wall I had my back leant against.

I was still sitting in the shadows, in the same empty room Niall had dragged me in to warn me, the same room where I had hurt him with words I didn't mean, and the same room where he left and now I'm drowning myself in self-romorse and having second thoughts.

I should get out of here soon, before anyone comes looking for me. I'm surprised no one has come to find me by now, I think I must've been sitting here sobbing like a pathetic pussy for about an hour now.

Bracing my palms against the stone wall, I hoisted myself up, dusting off my pants and smoothing my shirt. I harshy rubbed at my eyes, to remove any physical traces of the emotions I was feeling inside. Taking a deep breath, I walked out of the dark room, and across the creepy hallway. I followed the boisterous sounds of the party, and sure enough, I found it minutes later.

I let out a sigh of relief for not getting lost, and mingled in the crowd. I tried to spot Harry, Louis or Liam, but I couldn't find them. I seriously needed some bro-time right now. I needed to let everything out, feel lighter.

"Hey!" A hand gripped my shoulder. I turned around, my heart sinking when I came face to face with a concerned Justin.

"Where were you, Z? And why are you panting?" he quizzed.

"I-I um, I went to the loo. I was just looking for you," I spoke.

Justin narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on my shoulder. "Somehow I don't believe that. You were with Niall weren't you?"

I choked on air, my eyes wide. I opened my mouth, but Justin cut me off.

"That blonde asshole doesn't know when to give up," Justin muttered.

"What did you just say?" I asked, slowly feeling the anger rise up.

Justin tightened his grip on my shoulder painfully, making me wince. He then leaned closer, and whispered, "It's getting noisy over here, let's go to a quieter place." And he wordlessly pulled me inside a yet another deserted hallway. Justin pushed me against the wall, making my eyes widen in shock.

"I had said, that that blonde ghost just has to leave you alone now. Why don't you just send him away, I do that to all the ghost who don't stay prefessional and meddle in my personal life."

I glared at Justin. "It seems to me that you overheard our conversation," I accused.

Justin snorted. "Oh, please. And what if I did? I'm just looking out for my boyfriend," he murmured, pressing me further against the wall, so now I was sandwiched between his strong body, and the stone wall.

And I had the sudden urge to push him away. I placed my palms on Justin's chest, trying to push him away. Keyword, trying. He was stronger than me, damn it!

"Looks like you don't see this, babe," Justin spat, gripping my wrists and pinning them against the wall. He then leaned closer, his hot breath fanning my shocked face. My breathing stuttered. His full lips turned upwards in a smirk when he noticed the effect he was having on me.

My heart leaped in fear when I saw that his eyes were black, instead of the normal hazel. "You're mine, only mine. That blonde ghost was just coming in between us. And now you've sent him on his meery way, there's no one to interrupt us."

And without giving me a chance to protest, he placed his lips on my unresponsive ones, kissing me firmly, bracing his other free hand against the wall  beside my face.

Justin moved his lips with mine, trying to coax a reaction of out of me. I tried to resist him, oh I did. But my body betrayed me.

And I slowly started kissing him back. I felt Justin smirk into the kiss. He slipped his cold hand under my shirt, digging his fingers in the skin, making me gasp. He took this oppuntunity to slip his tongue in my mouth, and I involuntarily moaned.

This is not me, my body is betraying me!

I was making out with Justin, and yes, I was enjoying this. But my mind was drifting again and again to the way Justin had looked like when he had pinned my wrists in his grip, the dark expression he wore, it terrified me.

And I so badly wanted to push him away from me, but I couldn't. For two reasons. One, my body was not cooperating with me. And two, I was fucking terrified of what Justin could do. He was much stronger than me.

Justin pulled back, appreciately eyeing my swollen lips. He then tightened his grip on my wrists, making me wince. He locked my eyes with his, and I shrunk into the wall when I gazed into his cold, back eyes. "I'm going to have you, remember that."

And he roughly let me go, sauntering away. "See you tomorrow babe!" he cheerily threw over his shoulder, like whatever just happened seconds ago, didn't happen.

I blinked in shock, gathering my thoughts. And I know for a fact then when he said he is going to have me, he means more. And I think what Niall said is starting to sound more believable now.

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Hey guys! Sorry for the late update. :( The next three updates will be super fast 'cos they're already half written. :P

HOLY SH- HELL, 200+ votes on the last chappie? I was gaping at my screen for a full few minutes, and then I started to giggle, so my best friend had to slap me. Heh. Love you guys, who are reading this.

BUT GUYS PLEASE LEAVE ME SOME FEEDBACK. LIKE. EVEN CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. The last chapter had like 200 something votes and only 25 comments. How is that a balance? :( Sorry if I sound whiny but I love hearing what you guys are thinking. 

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Is Zayn starting to feel something for Niall? What do you think?

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