Zayn's p.o.v.

My whole body burns with anger as the thought travels through my head again. How the fuck didn't my men find this out. Her pathetic little boyfriend knew, and I didn't.

I grip her hand tighter to control my anger but nothing will cause it to subside. I should go back in there and kill him, that scum doesn't deserve to live, not after what he's done to my girl. How dare he.

I soften my grip when Isabella whimpers slightly, and offer her a half hearted smile, my mind still playing out that assholes death.

I turn away and clench my jaw, biting my tongue and pull her body on to me as I lean against the wall, fully knowing that if she had the strength she would shove me off. We stay in silence until the lights from Callum's car is seen, and I'm just glad that by now she's being cooperative; even if it maybe the fact that she can't call anyone for help.

He steps out of the car and I give him a quick hug and a slap on the back, he grabs Isabella's bag and puts it in the boot while I lead her to the back seat and buckle her in, not letting her lift a finger. I quickly peck her cheek and sit in the middle seat, flinching when she recoils from my touch. Fuck sake.

I tilt my head back in annoyance, groaning as Callum steps back into the drivers seat.

"Everything oka-"

"It's him isn't it, you won't let me touch you, not even hold your hand because of Jay." I sneer, ignoring Callum's question.

She turns to me with fire in her eyes, "yes, I won't let you kiss me or hold me because I have a boyfriend." She sighs in annoyance, "why can't you understand that?"

I lift my arms up in annoyance and groan, dragging my hand down my face.

"He's nothing. Nothing! You have me, why would you want him? He's known what your father has done to you and allowed you to carry on living there, that's fucking sick!" By now my voice is filling the car as I yell, not caring about Callum's shrinking figure in the front seat.

"He's my boyfriend, I love him! You can't change that." My body goes numb at her words, no. She doesn't love him, she's lying.

"I'm telling the truth. I do." She reads my mind and speaks my nightmares.

"No. No, no! You don't. Can't you understand, in the days that you've known me I have done more for you then he ever has!" She turns away and looks out of the window in silence, ignoring me for the rest of the journey.

...

By the time we arrive to the house, Isabella couldn't hold in her amazement as she lets out a small squeal involuntarily. My smile widens at her approval and I take the risk and wind my arm around her waist. She recoils at my affection but doesn't remove it so I keep my arm around her, undo our seat belts and lead her to the doorway.

"Wha- how? Are you guys drug dealers or something?!" My princess gasps, amazed, and laughs nervously. I chuckle at her reaction and lead her inside, signalling for Callum to take Isabella's bag into my room.

"You have no idea.." I mumble under my breath.

"What?" She asks innocently, looking up at me with those adorable fucking eyes. Jesus.

"Nothing Bella, nothing." I assure her, she doesn't need to know what I do. Not just yet.

She hesitantly nods her head and then looks back up at me. I can see her having an internal battle with herself over if she should stay or not, she knows she doesn't have much choice but she sure does love holding onto that stubbornness of hers. What are you going to do Bella?

"Are you sure your parents won't mind me staying here?" She answers my question and a smile breaks through my lips, yet at the same time I can't help but chuckle at her cluelessness.

"I don't live with my parents, it's just me and my boys." I give her a cheeky grin and her mouth gapes. Oh what I would love to put in the-

"Oh- urm, okay.." She squirms and I take hold of her hand, leading her to the front door.

I push the handle and groan when she pulls away from my hand, wandering around the hall, admiring the artwork.

"Oh before I forget I've got something for you," I dig into my back pocket and fish out the iPhone Callum handed to me during the car ride, "I asked Callum to fetch me a new one after I smashed yours, I'm sorry about that by the way" I scratch the back of my neck in nervousness as she examines the phone. "It's already got all of our contacts on it so you can call whenever, I mean, at least it's better than that brick you had before, right?" I lightly chuckle, trying to lift the mood.

"Thank you, I would ask how you got this so quickly but I think I'm out-shocked for the night." She laughs and my body seems to relax at the sound. "Also, where do you want me to sleep, I'm fine on the sofa. I don't want to cause any fuss." She babbles, like fuck is she sleeping on the sofa.

"I'll show you to your room", I smirk.

She follows me up the stairway and let's out quiet gasps every time she sees some expensive shit that looks pretty. Once we reach her room, I open the door for her and analyse her reaction.

She adorably scrunches up her eyebrows in confusion and traces her fingers along the wooden desk that is occupied with a stack of files.

"Who's room is this?" She questions, flicking the underwear that was left on the chair onto the floor. Oops?

"Mine." I answer, "now, ours." I emphasise.

"Wha-what? I'm not sharing a room with you Zayn. No way in hell." She rapidly shakes her head and my blood boils slightly.

"Why not, you've probably slept in the same bad as Jay before, haven't you?" I let my voice go high pitched when saying that assholes name, mocking him.

"That's none of your business." She huffs, clearly not seeing my point.

"Why is he so different from me? Why do you think that he's better?" I ignore her remark and repeat my words from earlier, trapping her body between me and the desk.

She tilts her head back and groans in annoyance, "for the last time. He's. My. Boyfriend. That's what couples do." She drags out each word, making sure that I understand.

She rubs her temples once I remain silent, "you're impossible. I'm going to sleep on the sofa." She tries to push past me but I keep my body still.

After a five minute stare down I lowly growl and grab a pillow and blanket.

"I'll sleep on the sofa tonight, but this is only a one night thing, okay?" She looks like she's about to fight back but stops herself. Smart move babe.

Trust me, I would rather be feeling up the beauty in front of me in bed then get back ache from a sofa..

I walk downstairs and set up my bed, walking back up as soon as it's done to check on her. I walk through the ajar door but stop in my tracks as her sweet voice echoes around the room; wait- who is she talking to?

I walk further in the room to see who's with her, probably Callum or someone. But my own feet stop themselves as I see only she's in the room, and an all to familiar device settled in the palm of her hand.

"Yes baby, I'm fine.. I know, I can't wait either.. Okay, okay. I love you too... By-" I grab the phone from her hand and hang up for her.

She looks up at me in shock but then fear consumes her as she sees the pure animalistic fury edged onto my face.

I'm going to kill him.