Forbidden

Chapter fifty-five

*a.n/ Kind of filler but I had to show Zayn's confusion a bit more in this chap. Enjoy, vote, comment, thanks for reading.

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Olivia's POV

I adjust my long black dress, then smooth small wrinkles away. My make up was light, straightened hair gathered in a simple ponytail. Alice had just left after she managed to calm me down.

I was so mad at Zayn for wanting to bring me to another of those gatherings, more so after what happened in the last one. And what bothers me more is that we're leaving alone.

With a heavy heart I make my way downstairs. I take my time to breathe and clear my thoughts as I walk.

When I'm at the hall I notice Zayn, a bag on his feet, dressed in black.

His eyes were gleaming and watching me from head to toe, my heart racing and my hands shaking but I do everything to conceal it nearing him with a blank expression.

When I'm in front of him I glare, he has to know that I'm not pleased with going to wherever we will go. I had a bad feeling about this.

However Zayn bit his lip and scanned me over again.

"Can we go?" he asked lowly when I'm near him.

"Do I have a choice?" I mumble stubbornly gazing up to him.

"Liv." he gently said giving me a look, I look to my feet."You look pretty." he suddenly whispered, my eyes go wide, avoiding him."Quite hot too." His hands pulling me closer to him by my hips. I inhale sharply.

I don't look at him, turning the other way.

I can feel his stare waiting for anything, then he sighed when I don't talk to him.

"Don't play with me like this babe." he mumbles playfully, resting his chin on my shoulder, giving my hips a squeeze. My face softens and body relaxed and I'm gob-smacked, he looks at me.

Why is he doing this? Can't he leave me alone? He's not holding back when I specifically asked him for that little after everything I suffered from him. Zayn purposely tries to bring memories of us back..

I quickly recoil, crossing my arms twisting my mouth in anger. From peripheral vision I can see him get frustrated, pulling on his hair taking gentle breaths.

What's wrong with him?

He rubbed his eyes, shaking a bit while he's over thinking.. My arms uncrossed, and besides my better judgement I want to comfort him be it only for a little. Just as I want to ask him he cleared his throat, taking a hold of my arm, making me look at his frenzy stare.

"I guess you know the rules when we're in one of the places I make deals. No disrespecting." he instructed icly.

Did I hear him right?

I look at him flabbergasted, my eyes turn teary with emotion. How can he talk to me like this again? And he felt the need to remind me? Really?

I wouldn't dream of question him again, I refuse to talk with him but I wanted to make him feel better and this is what he says?

As I look at him with discontent, his eyes brighten and I'm afraid of what that look means.. I can't even think about it because I know my mind's tricking me. It can't be..

After a few seconds his face contorted to a blank expression while I was held tight against his side, my steps matching his own. Almost in a protective way as we skirt outside and in the car, situating himself behind the wheel.