"... you don't have to wait for someone to treat you bad repeatedly. All it takes is once, and if they get away with it that once, if they know they can treat you like that, then it sets the pattern for the future."
― Jane Green.
"And then they called me saying that none of mine got onto the album." Zayn says frustratedly.
He slams his fist on the table and I jump from a fright before I'm standing immediately and reaching over to calm him down.
I'm aware my hands are shaking.
Please don't hurt me.
"I spent so much time on those songs, and none of them even got on." Zayn scowls.
I bite my lip.
"Nialls song got on the fucking album and mine didnt?!" He continues.
"The next album maybe? I loved those songs."
"Well they're obviously not good enough." Zayn shakes his head.
I shrug. "I think they are."
"Your opinion doesn't matter. It doesn't mean shit to me Lorena!" Zayn walks past me to grab a drink bottle from the refrigerator.
I sigh and fiddle around with my shirt material before walking towards the lounge room and sitting down.
"I'm going out.. Dinner better be ready before I get back." Zayn spits.
I roll my eyes, taking advantage of the fact that my back is facing him.
Suddenly, I feel his hand grabbing hold of my hair and he yanks back viciously so I'm looking up at him. I wince, followed by a squeamish yelp.
"You want to roll your eyes again?" Zayn scowls.
I whimper, clutching onto his hand around my hair and he lets go, managing to push me away at the same time. "I can see your reflection through the TV dumbass."
I pierce my lips together and stand aburptly to turn and face him. Slowly I pace back as he watches me with dark, unamused eyes.
"What!?" He scolds me and I jump from a fright.
"God you piss me off." He shakes his head and walks out of the house, leaving me alone and imprisoned yet again.
***
As soon as I heard the car from downstairs arrive, I turn the stereo off and the TV and quickly change into a pair of trousers and run downstairs to the microwave to heat up the food that I had prepared earlier.
Knowing Zayn, he'd most likely be distracted with his phone before entering, but I'm suddenly proved wrong when I feel his arms wrapping around my waist.
The smell of weed consumes meand I widen my gaze.
He's high.
Annoying as that is, that's also. . .good?
He's calm. He won't do anything,
Shocked, I squeal suddenly when he grips harder onto my waist and he leans down to plant a kiss against my cheek and sighs quiely before I turn around to face him.
Zayn holds up a rose and sighs. "Sorry." He murmurs quietly before leaving yet another kiss against my cheek, then my lips. "I was angry earlier."
"I know." I sigh and take it before smiling up at him. "Thank you."
A lazy smile falls on his face before he sniffs.
The microwave behind me beeps and I jump.
"You're so jumpy." Zayn frowns and suddenly smirks. "Come upstairs." He turns on his heel and continues on and I hesitate.
He sighs annoyed and grabs my hand before dragging my heavy legs upstairs and into our room.
Plotting himself on the bed, he pulls out his cigarettes from his jacket pocket and a small bag of weed and smirks up at me.
"Maybe this will calm you." Zayn says mischievously.
"Zayn, I can't." I roll my eyes.
He shakes his head annoyed, but because he already seems stoned, he doesn't react to my disobedience.
"Come on, your dinner is ready."
Zayn stands and rolls the joint up effortlessly before dropping his cigarettes on the ground.
"Oopsy daisy." He chuckles tossing his cigarettes back on the bed.
"Come on babe one puff?"
Before I get to say anything, he leans down to kiss me and I frown as he looks down to read my expression.
"Don't give me that look." He places the joint in his mouth and lights the end.
I bite my lip and turn back to the wardrobe, only to feel Zayn's hand gripping onto my wrist and pulling me back to his front.
"Come on Lorena, just one puff? Don't be scared baby girl." He chuckles, causing a sea of smoke to surround my gaze before I wave it away with my hands.
The horrid smell circles my senses and I cough. "No. You know I don't smoke." I murmur, tossing my phone aside.
"Yeah, I know you've smoked a cigarette, but this is different." He pauses. "Kind of." He smirks lazily at me and holds the blunt up.
The cunning playful grin stays on his face as I take the bud and place it between my lips.
Flicking the lighter on, the flame dances at the end of the joint and I inhale, once, twice, enough to make me choke my lungs out and he chuckles before taking the blunt out of my mouth and placing it between his lips.
"God, you probably won't even survive dabbing." He smirks before offering another. "Take another babe. I'll take you to another world." He winks.
I swallow and lick my lips before taking another drag.
A few moments later, my mouth begins to dry and I slowly make my way over to the bed.
I blink tiredly and look down. Almost immediately, my vision begins to feel slow and I blink rapidly again before smiling lazily at myself.
"Wow."
I chuckle helplessly and Zayn leans down as I lay down on the bed.
He smiles, a cheeky playful smile. "You alright babe?" A low chuckle that seems slow to me bursts through his throat and I lick my lips.
God my lips are so dry.
"I need water." I can't stop smiling.
I've never felt this good before.
"Nah babe. No water, It'll sober you out." He chuckles and lays beside me.
Its now that I hear The weeknd blazing in the background, then Drake, then a few other artists that Zayn tends to listen too when he's high off his face.
I look at Zayn who has his eyes closed beside me
I can't even keep still. I feel so tingly and just so happy.
I never liked him smoking weed, but now that I've had a taste of what it's like, I now understand why.
Everything just seems so, good. Calm, happy.
"Stop staring man, it's weird." Zayn murmurs.
I bite my lip and look down, only to have him grab my chin and guide me back to look at him.
"Are you wearing make up?" He frowns.
Zayn always had this sick thing of seeing my scars or brusies. Whatever brusie he had made, he seemed fascinated or intrigued by. It's a different story, if someone else did it.
How fucked up is that.
"Well are ya?" Zayn asks again.
I nod drowsily but then everything in my nerves begin to feel uncertain.
It's like the mood has flicked and I'm immediately freaking out. With his face so close to mine, my paranoia spikes and everything tingles. My heart is racing so fast as the fear withers inside of me.
I peak away from his stare, my body begins to shake unwantedly.
"Hey." Zayn frowns. "Calm down, you're going to freak yourself out. Just kick back and relax babe."
I swallow as he leaves a kiss against my forehead and closes his eyes again. I sit up and bury my face in my hands.
The music in the background continues to play and I look over my shoulder at Zayn who takes another drag from this magical stick.
He jolts all of a sudden and I move away quickly.
"If you get out of the shower clean, then how does your towel get dirty?" He frowns confused at me and I mirror his expression.
"Wow." I blink at him and he chuckles as all the fear that had lingered before slowly disapears and I'm back to my happy place.
"I'm so high. I'm hungry." He stands suddenly and I feel like I'm too numb to even move.
"You coming?" Zayn raises an eyebrow.
I shake my head and close my eyes.
-
It feels like hours until Zayn is back. Either I'm still high, or I'm just really dipsy, Zayn walks in with a glass of water and places it on the side draw.
Grabbing my arm, I sit up automatically to stop him from doing it himself and he frowns before rolling his eyes and sitting beside me.
"Drink." He gives the water to me and I half smile.
"Thanks." I cough and swallow down the water.
Almost immediately, the tingles slowly disappear everytime I consume water, but it stilll lingers.
When I place it on the side table, I find it hard to concentate.
I attempt to place it down carefully but Zayn knocks my hand by grabbing it in hopes of helping me, but only causing me to tip the cup over.
All the water that I didn't drink spills onto the carpet and his phone and my heart drops as he grabs it quickly.
"What the fuck Lorena!" He scowls, grabbing the phone and drying it with his shirt. "Fuck!"
"I'm sorry!" I whimper. "I'm so sorry! It was an accident I didn't mean-"
"Accident?!" He repeats incredulously. "Fuck, I got this last month!" He yells as I back away from him.
His anger continues to grow and my anxiety begins to heighten. "I'm sorry!"
"It's fucked! It's completely fucked because of you! You could have given the fucking glass to me!" He grabs my arms, his over bearing hands cupping right around before shoving me against the wall behind me.
"I'm sorry!" My eyes fill with tears before I feel his closed fist colliding against my cheek, marking his canvas.
A/N: Hiiiiiii:)
Okay I know it's not a normal first chapter. Most of the time first chapters involve like a character introduction. But eh, I'm different.
Just be patient please :)
It'll all come together eventually ! and I suck at absue scenes.. like I said :/
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-Chanel xxx