Impeccable (Zayn Malik AU)

ix. Manners

I mentally scoffed at that remark. Zayn was pulling excuses now, there's no way he could have a headache several days in a row. I tried not to let my disappointment get to me, but it must have been too easy to see through me. I was never good at hiding my emotions.

"Odette, are you alright?" Lady Malik asked, a worried look evident on her pretty face.

"Yes, I'm fine." I quickly assured her, my mind reeling with an excuse to come up with. I had already upset one member of the Malik family, I didn't need to upset another one. "It's just Zayn claimed he wasn't feeling very well yesterday as well, I was just getting worried about him."

But Lady Malik took my excuse the wrong way.

"Why don't you go to him, try and convince him to at least try to practice for a few minutes?" She offered, and I couldn't turn down the look on her face. I may be pretty, but I'm not stupid, at least when it comes to Zayn. He was upset with me, and I really shouldn't disturb him. It would be like poking a starving lion locked in a tiny cage with a stick.

But this could be my much needed opportunity to make up with him, and I definitely couldn't pass that up.

So I began walking down to Zayn's room, my heart pounding with each step I took. I finally reached his room, the huge maroon door daunting to me. This was it, I could leave now or face Zayn. I wasn't scared of him, just worried he was upset with me, and my future here was ended.

I knocked lightly on the heavy door, waiting for my prince to answer the door. Minutes passed, and he never did open the door. I sighed in annoyance before testing the door handle, surprising myself when it smoothly moved down, opening the door. I held my breath as I slowly peeked inside, the sight surprising me.

Zayn was sitting on his bed, shirtless, with his back facing me. The lights were off, only a faint glow of sunlight struggling to make it through his curtains that were pulled shut. I didn't know if he had heard me come in, but I closed the door a little louder than normal to alert him he had a visitor. He didn't move.

I opened my mouth to say something to him, only to start coughing. I hadn't noticed the cloudy smoke in the air before, but as Zayn turned around, I found why. There was a lit cigarette in his hand.

"I didn't know you smoked." I mumbled, the smoky air still causing me to stifle small coughs.

Zayn's eyes were dull, no emotion visible as he stared at me.

"I believe I told Thomas no one was to disturb me." He blankly stated before taking a drag off the cigarette. "And I don't smoke. Not unless I have to." He turned back around, a shard of ice piercing my heart as he closed me off again.

"You shouldn't do that, you could get cancer." I told him, but he only laughed.

"Do you think I don't know that? I'm not stupid, I just need something to relax my nerves."

"Well find something else other than smoking." I raised my voice at him, he was being stupid and idiotic. I stormed over to him, grabbing the cigarette and quickly putting it out.

Zayn's suddenly emotionless eyes became alight with anger, abruptly from his bed, his hand gripping the wrist of mine which held his now cold cigarette.

"You have no say in what I do. I'm the prince of this empire, you are simply a wealthy city girl clinging to the possibility of being a royal by marrying me. I bet mommy and daddy planned this whole thing, poisoning your mind by making you desperately search for perfection." Zayn's words burned me, almost like he was pressing the lit end of the cigarette into my skin.

"I bet they planned our little meeting at that Christmas ball, mommy and daddy would have benefitted so much from the cash they would have received at our wedding." Zayn spat at me, his words hurting like daggers. This wasn't the Zayn I knew, what had happened?

My vision was going blurry, falling to the floor where I saw an empty bottle of alcohol. I couldn't make out what it was, but I was fairly sure I recognized the bottle designs as a type of vodka. This was bad, Zayn was drunk and was smoking.

"You don't know anything about my mother and father, don't talk so badly about them." I barely whispered. "You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying. Come to the ballroom with me, we need to practice for the coronation." I gently grasped his hand, only for Zayn to yank his out of my grip.

"I don't want to, I wanna stay here." Zayn pouted, crossing his arms over his chest like a little five year old. I was about to scold him again when a tremendous coughing fit started in me. The smoke from the cigarette had yet to leave the room, and suddenly it was feeling like it was choking me.

Zayn only stared blankly at me as I struggled to breathe, managing to make it to a window in his room, throwing it open. I welcomed the fresh air that entered the room, my lungs finally getting the clean oxygen they needed.

"What's wrong with you? It's just breathing, it's not that hard." Zayn scoffed, and I felt my anger boiling over as I clenched my hands into fists.

"You wouldn't know, would you? You've been avoiding me ever since the portrait incident, you hardly know me at all!" I yelled at him, Zayn's eyes growing wide at my outburst. I was sick of him insulting me. He may the prince, but he had no reason to treat me like that.

He had no idea what I had been through regarding my family.

"Don't yell at me, I'm your superior." Zayn mumbled before yawning, falling back onto his bed sheets.

"Stop saying that!" I yelled even more, "You may be the prince and I may be just another girl, but if we are getting married, you have to stop treating me like I'm nothing simply because I don't hold a title!"

"Why'd you open the windows? I like how it was before." Zayn said, easily dismissing me and changing the subject.

I lost it.

"Because you're gonna get sick if you keep living like this! My grandfather smoked his whole life and he died from lung cancer, and he gave my dad crappy lungs too!" I screamed, Zayn sitting up on his bed now. His tattoos swirled and distorted as he moved from one comfy position to another, but his swirling body art less than enthused me now.

"And how did that work out for Daddy? I'm sure he's fine now." Zayn rolled his eyes, and my heart sunk.

The tears fell from eyes like a waterfall. I couldn't stop them, and to be honest I didn't really try to either.

"Shut up." I whispered, and Zayn only scrunched his cloudy eyes together in rage.

"Excuse me?" He asked, the tension in the room thick.

"I said shut up! Don't ever talk about Dad again!" I screamed, my small hands pushing him down onto his bed before I ran out of the room, leaving a silent Zayn behind, previously numb memories resurfacing to my conscious mind.

A/N: Things are getting good in this book, I'm so excited. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, vote and comment please! I was texting my good friend Quada aka @MeganQuada or @_effortless_ a couple of days ago and she suggested a sequel to this book x) maybe it will happen, maybe not. If you think a sequel will be good, please don't hesitate to tell me! Love you all -M