Ruined // Zayn Malik AU

❝You're different from everyone else.❞

❝How so?❞

❝Life hasn't ruined you yet.❞

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He reached for my arm, and I couldn't help but flinch away from him. His captivating brown eyes locked with mine for no longer than a second, before I looked away.

"Are you... are you scared of me?" he asked, his deep voice hardly louder than a whisper as he moved closer to me, but I kept my eyes on the concrete ground we were stood on, rather than catching his intimidating stare.

"No," I spoke as confidently as I could, but there was a small crack in my voice, which I hoped he didn't notice.

He was right in front of me now, and a bit too close for comfort. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice so demanding and threatening that I couldn't help but wince. I took in a shaky breath and slowly looked up to him and to his big, brown eyes, that I willed myself to stay looking at.

He reached a hand up and took a piece of my dark brown in his fingers, and twirled it around them as I tried not to flinch or react to his actions.

I took note of the small smirk that was momentarily on his lips, that he seemed to be fighting back. He looked back to my face, continuing to play with my hair.

"You sure seem scared of me," he commented, the smirk on his lips returning, and this time, staying.

"I-I'm not," I tried to convince him, but he seemed to notice my stuttering. In one swift movement, he had his hands placed on my hips, and he tugged my body forward so that it was pressed against is.I let out a gasp at his actions, but then felt my body freeze, when his face became merely centimeters from mine.

I could feel his minty breath on my lips, which he was, at that moment, staring at. He looked back into my eyes and spoke.

"You should be."