THIRD PERSON POV:

Zayn and Iris walked into the lavish interiors. Iris' pink lips parted slightly as she took everything in. As if the exterior wasn't jaw-dropping enough, she thought that the interior was breath-taking.

Zayn simply removed his black shoes and unbuttoned his grey blazer. He paused and turned around. What Zayn didn't understand was how lavish this dwelling is compared to what Iris used to live in.

Her mouth was still hung open in awe, arms limp by her side, which held her filled suitcases. Zayn couldn't help but smirk to himself. He always gets this reaction when people less superior than himself come over.

"Uhm, you want to go see the bedroom?" He asked a shocked Iris.

She snapped out of her mini-trance and shut her pink mouth, which was aligned with perfectly white teeth. A small pinkness spread itself over her cheeks and she nodded meekly.

Zayn let out an airy chuckle as Iris removed her grey flats by the doormat. He thought that she was hot. She has great curves and a pretty face; that's all that matters to Zayn, nothing more, nothing less. Although he thought she was hot, he also thought that she is very naive. He knows she's curvy, what he doesn't understand is that why she is wearing such blunt clothes. If she's sexy, she should flaunt it, not hide it. However, Zayn couldn't give a single flying fuck about that because in his mind, he was already removing those horrid clothes of hers.

Rissa reluctantly heaved up her suitcases once more, which were rested upon the floor just a few seconds ago. When she bent down to grasp the handles, unconsciously, her dress' neckline swooped low, revealing cleavage. Zayn's dark eyes followed the accidental gesture, slowly running his tongue over his teeth.

She got up and followed a cocky Zayn up a luxurious staircase, a couple of hallways, taking constant rights and lefts, of which none Iris could remember.

They entered a freshly cleaned bedroom. In Rissa's opinion, the room smelt like a strong musky cologne; one which smelt like Zayn. It was extremely gorgeous, just like the rest of the house.

"Wow," was all Iris could manage.

Zayn walked over to the bed and took off his blazer, nonchalantly tossing it onto the made bed. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and Iris smiled at the gesture, thinking about how fit he is.

RISSA'S POV:

"You can just leave your stuff there," Zayn pointed over to the empty spot beside the desk.

I nodded and hustled my bags to the desired spot. Bending down, I dropped my bag onto the floor, along with my suitcase.

I got up and took a step back. A gasp escaped my mouth when my back hit something. I whirred around in one swift motion and my eyes widen at the sight.

Zayn was standing extremely close to me, a few of the buttons on his white shirt were undone and a well-known cocky smirk was plastered upon his sharp features. His hair was ruffled up and those brown eyes were dark.

I was taken aback at the limited distance between our bodies. His musky cologne filled my senses and I felt my breathing hitch.

He took a step towards me and I took one back. Once again, Zayn stepped forward, making my heart pound with every second. I moved back only to be met by the cold wall colliding with my warm back.

"Trapped aren't we?" Zayn whispered as his body slowly pressed up against mine.

I couldn't find the words to speak as Zayn neared my ear with his plump lips. My body was now pressed between the wall and Zayn, making me sick. I'm not ready for this.

Zayn placed a hard kiss under my ear, despite the softness of his lips. I could feel them curved upwards in his default smirk. My chest was rising and falling at an uneven pace.

He moved back and firmly pushed his lips against my lips. Zayn forcibly moved his lips against my unmoving ones.

"Fucking kiss me back," he mumbled, not stopping.

If I wasn't in this situation, I would've swooned over how hot he sounded when he cussed. Although that wasn't quite the situation.

I screwed my eyes shut and obeyed his demand. Zayn is in some sort of relationship with me, although he denied the label of a 'boyfriend' earlier.

He continued smiling devilishly against my lips and his hands were rested on pushing my arms against the wall. His hands slowly trailed down my waist and past my thigh. Those fingers stopped right under the hem of my plain white dress.

My eyes shot open and they widened. I hope he's not thinking of going further than this. I silently prayed to God that I wouldn't end up rejecting Zayn because, let's face it, he's gorgeous.

Unfortunately, God didn't answer my prayers. Zayn fisted the bottom of my dress and started pulling on it.

"Zayn," I gasped against his lips.

He remained unfazed and used this opportunity to use his other hand for the same reason. His tongue discreetly made its way into my mouth and I felt my eyes widen.

"Zayn," I said more firmly. It was very hard to talk with his tongue down my fucking throat.

He continued on with what he was doing and I felt tears start welling up in my eyes.

No, I can't cry right now. Absolutely not. If he wants to go this far, he's going to have to work for it.

"Zayn," I spoke loudly.

He didn't budge and I was forced to shove him back.

He stumbled back and looked at me in disbelief. Zayn was panting and so was I. I glared at him and I felt my cheeks flaming red.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Zayn raged all of a sudden, breaking the silence. He ran his fingers through his hair and started pacing back and forth.

I slightly flinched but remained strong. I will not let a man lower me down and make me feel belittled.

"I'm not ready for this!" I yelled back.

Zayn stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened and his mouth fell agape. "Did you just talk back to me?" He asked in a deadly serious tone.

Fuck, yeah, I did.

"Yes, and guess what? I am not going to have sex with you! I've only known you for less than one fucking day!" I exclaimed, just as serious.

He stared at me for a few moments in completely dead silence.

"Bullshit!" He yelled, making me internally flinch. "Nobody rejects me... Ever!"

With that he grabbed me. I felt his hands try and rip off the thin fabric which held my dignity. I wrestled with him, trying to push him away. All of my efforts went to vain as his hands touched the skin on my mid-thigh.

The tears fell down my face and soon enough, I was sobbing. Although, I am a strong and determined young woman, I felt like shit at this moment. However, I did not give up.

"Please! Don't do this!" I screamed, trying to push him away.

He pulled back in one quick second. And in one swift movement, Zayn rose his hand. I screwed my eyes shut, waiting for his palm to make contact with the blazing skin of my cheek.

Everything in the room, froze for a second. Time seemed to stop and emotions dropped. I didn't feel any contact and for a moment, I wondered if I passed out.

Zayn didn't slap me, my conscience comprehended.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His eyes were wide and he met mine for a second. However, he completely recomposed himself in the next few seconds, dropping his hand down to his side. I looked up at Zayn and found him with no remorse, like always. He was enraged, his nostrils flared and teeth pushed against each other.

"Fuck you!" He coldly spat and with that he stormed out of the bedroom.

The tears streamed freely down my cheeks as I crumpled down to the floor. My sobs invaded the silence of the room, my body shaking with each one.

What did I do to ask for this? It didn't end well for mum, what made me think that it would be well for me? This isn't how it's supposed to be.

I don't want this to end badly. This is my only chance and I'm not going to throw it away. I will do anything and everything to keep this relationship subtle and stable. Zayn might be irritated because of me but by the end, we will be in love.

I decided that I need to talk to someone right now. I need to get my mind off of things. Being the idiot I am, I decided to go look for a phone book. I doubt anyone even uses those anymore, yet I tried my luck.

I can't talk to Sophia right now. She seems trustworthy enough, yet I can't bring myself to contact her. She's going to think that I'm annoying, more so, she's going to get worried and tell her fiancé.

I stood up and wiped my tears with the back of my hand. Stumbling over to the dressing table, I yanked open a drawer. I constantly pulled and pushed drawers, shuffling around with no luck.

I sighed and let out a defeated sob collapsing on the expensive bed. Just as I was about to completely give up, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye.

There lied a sleek, black iPhone 6. My eyes widened as I recalled Zayn fumbling with that earlier and throwing it onto the side table.

With trembling hands, I reached over and grasped the smooth device in my clammy hands. I pressed the home button and swiped to unlock. Stupidly enough, Zayn didn't have a passcode.

My conscience reminded me that I was snooping. If Zayn walks in here, all chances of us 'being in love' are actually going to be diminished.

Ignoring my pressurizing thoughts, I tapped the 'Contacts' icon and a whole bunch of names popped up. I helplessly scrolled through them. I silently prayed that Zayn wouldn't walk into the room.

I quickly sniffed and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. I was scrolling past many names but one name caught my eye.

Name: Harry

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My eyes widened as possibilities ran through my mind. The name 'Harry' sounds familiar but I just can't put my finger on it.

A gasp escaped my mouth as I finally understood. Harry! The man that I met earlier today. The same man with those gorgeous green eyes. And that breath-taking smile, which was accompanied by deep dimples.

As I thought back to our conversation, I realized that 'Harry' didn't mention his last name. What was the chance that this would be the person I met earlier today? Basically zero chances of that.

If I got caught calling a male, I was going to be executed. However, I am going to be completely and utterly depressed for the next few days if I don't talk to anyone.

I snapped out of my trance and glance down at the brightly lit screen. It's either now or never.

I sniffed once again and took a deep breath. So I let my thumb hover over 'call' for a few seconds before gathering the courage to tap it.

I pressed the cool surface of the cellphone against my burning ear. The phone started ringing just as my heart started beating dramatically against my chest.

I'm in for some shit.

A/N: OMG hi guys.

Askagasjagad NIGHT CHANGES! I'm crying

Did you know that Harry crosses his arms and sleeps bc he's used to holding someone when he's sleeping? .... and the tears stream down my face

So please vote and comment! I love reading feedback! It makes me all happy and bubbly inside!

Annnnd, this chapter is dedicated to @UnicornnPrincessss ! Thank you so much for the comments ily.

And quick question, OTRA anyone? I'm going to OTRA :D this is the first time I'm going to see the boys live omg

And omfg I love you all.

Sorry, one last thing. I added a pic of Zayn's house on the side. That's all :)

And can we get to as many comments I got on the chapter before this one?

Sorry for the super long a/n OMG

-Maya xox