Chapter ten

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"Olivia." Zayn's voice shouted angrily. I quickly sat up, not fully awake.

In minutes a very furious and angry Zayn was glaring at me.

"Who the f.uck told you to come here?" he snapped as he gripped my arm, towering above me.

Slowly I looked up at him while I was shaking and couldn't even form a sentence. He rolled his eyes annoyed, dragging me upstairs by my wrist. Only now I saw that he was in his boxers, his muscles contracting while walking.

He pushed me inside his room then paced in front of me, I subtly eye his tattoos when he's rubbing his eyes.

"Go take a shower. I'll bring you clothes." he grumbled.

"Why?" I ask confused. I'm barely awake and he orders me around.

"Because I said so." he snapped, his vacant brown eyes glaring. He saw that I wanted to say something but cut me off, " If you don't, I'll do it for you." he threatened with a piercing look.

He doesn't need to tell me twice and I am quick to take a shower.
It felt good, the water warm and the water pressure just right to get the tension away from my shoulders.

My bathroom wasn't this spacious and the water pressure could be better but I still miss my apartment. Letting myself relax so I don't begin crying, I lather my hair with Zayn's men shampoo, I never wanted to go out. But Zayn thought otherwise because he knocked on my door telling me to 'Hurry the f.uck up.'

There was a towel near the shower cabinet, so I dried and wrapped it around my body, my feet trudging to the door, leaving wet footprints behind.

"Where are the clothes?" I asked from the bathroom.

He opened the door I hided against it, ready to close the door on his head if necessary but he only put them near the door on the floor and left. I sighed and took the clothes, there were some pair of his sweats, a black sweater. I put my bra back on and left my panties on the hamper. I know I shouldn't stay around without them but they weren't clean.

When I dressed up, I found a spare toothbrush, brushed my teeth and got out, finding Zayn talking on his phone back turned to me.

He was dressed and ready to leave.

"Yeah, I'm on my way." he listened for a while, "I know. She'll be by my side safe." he said annoyed, making me roll my eyes because again, I never volunteered to be here. "Everything good on your parts?" he questioned then sighs after a pause, probably relieved there weren't bad news coming his way. I'm certain that's why he's always so moody and stressed, he's go too much complications at his work. "Good, make sure they don't lazy around, you know I hate slacking Liam." he firmly demands. He chuckles and hums, "Yeah." then he hung up.

"Let's go." he said without looking at me, walking towards the door. "Don't make me drag you." he spat when I didn't walk with him.

So I walked slowly behind him until he gripped my wrist and tugged me along since I was as slow as a 'fuckïng turtle.' I don't find him that irritating when I imagine those insults as jokes.

He led me to his kitchen, then took some bowls put some cereal and milk in it. He slides one of the bowls to me and a spoon on the kitchen island.
The cereal had choco chips and I liked them so I ate it.

It felt so awkward to be here with him, he chewed his cereal thoughtfully and bored.
He scares me especially since he's so moody.' And in a gang'. My subconscious reminds me as ever never failing to put more misery in what my life is at the moment.

I had finished and watched how he finished as well, walking with the bowls in his hand then putting them in the sink. He grabbed my wrist again, now leading me outside.

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