Zayn Malik
Year 2023, Month August
Chicago, Illinois
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She does not know when to listen. Styles is going to kick my fucking ass if he finds out that she tried to escape this morning. No one saw it but me, and I whipped her for it, but it’s going to be worse for her and for me if he ever finds out. So I told her not to tell anyone or her punishment is going to be worse than the one that I just gave to her.

“You’re a cruel man, Zayn,” Parson muttered, her sweat and tears mixing on her face as she pulled the weeds from the garden out of the ground. I just shrugged my shoulders and continued to look out and towards the pasture that she has yet to work in. I told her it was going to be hard―we’re not playing any games. She’s going to be doing hard shit like this every day whether she likes it or not, and it’s going to be harder for her only because she mentioned Louis around Styles. You do not mention anyone in your past to Styles, especially Louis Tomlinson. They had a huge bad past, and he was in my past too, but only because Styles and I were best mates and we were always together. Louis tried to kill Styles’ parents because they wouldn’t give him their limited supply of drugs and jewels. Because Louis murdered Styles' mother, Styles has never been the same, and the day his father told him that his mother was dead and who killed him, Styles has wanted to kill Louis ever since that day. Although that’s just too bad, because I killed him.

“When can I be done with this?” Parson asked, snapping me out of my thoughts and making me look down at her from the balcony I was sitting on. I chose to ignore her and shook my head, picking up the magazine that was sitting on the metal table beside me. “Are you just going to zone out when I say something?” she mocked me and I sat up, standing up and jumping over the balcony that was in front of me. I stood right beside her as she fell backwards on the ground and looked up to me. She was filthy; she was completely covered in dirt and she looked like she was homeless. She reeked of dirt and flowers.

“Come with me,” I demanded, grabbing her arm and dragging her away from the plants that she had ripped up. “You smell,” I told her and she scoffed at me.

“How about you sit on the ground for three hours and pull out nothing but weeds?” she snapped at me and I grabbed both of her wrists in my hands. She was so tiny that her wrists fit in between my forefingers and thumbs. I went to snap at her but the back door of the mansion opened and I saw Styles walk out of it, making me straighten up and pull my hands from Parson. If he found out that I have been touching her at all, besides to punish her, then he’ll probably shoot my brains out. “Oh look, the warden of hell has arrived,” Parson grumbled and I looked at her.

“You wouldn’t want to say that out loud, just in case he hears you,” I whispered and she crossed her thin arms.

“Since when do you care if he hears me?” she asked, squinting her blue eyes and shaking her head so that her hair would fall out of her face. “I don’t remember you saying, I care about you or what happens to you. Because if you said that you might want to remind me…”

“How is going out there?” I heard Styles yell and I swallowed hard, turning from Parson and looking at him. “It seems to me as if you two need to learn what the word work means again. Have you forgotten? Because I have the time to remind you.”

I gritted my teeth and looked at Parson again, “Come with me.”

“You already told me that once,” she mumbled under her breath and I grabbed her arm, despite the fact that Styles was watching and yanked her to the side of the barn where the water hose was. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure that I wasn’t hidden because Styles would bring this situation up to me and ask why in the world I was hiding if I was. I grabbed the water hose and turned it on, making Styles stand up and step down on the bottom stair of the back porch. “What do you think that you’re doing?” I looked at Styles once last time before cursing under my breath and stripping Parson, tossing her dirt-covered dress to the ground. “What the hell, Zayn?”

“You’re filthy,” I frowned and Styles began to walk towards us, making me groan and shoot the water from the hose at Parson, making her scream.

“It’s too cold!” she screamed, but then she began to laugh as I ran the water from the hose around her body to make sure there wasn’t any dirt on her anymore. “Zayn!” she began to giggle and I grinned at her, loving the fact that she was still able to laugh. I wasn’t allowed to think that she was attractive, but she was pretty, I admit. I didn’t like her at all, because she was rude and sarcastic, and I’m not allowed to think of her as anything else. Although I still admired that she still loved to play in the water hose. She began to giggle hysterically when I sprayed her face with water and all down her body, “Zaynnn!”

“What is going on here?” Styles appeared beside us and I dropped the hose, making Parson pick it up and both Styles and I step away.

“Put it down, Pars,” I told her, and she flinched and dropped the hose at the nickname that I gave her, although I didn’t understand why. Since she obviously doesn’t like it, I’m sticking with it. All of a sudden, she reached down and grabbed the hose again, pointing it up and spraying my whole body entirely with water. “Pars,” I snapped and she gasped before stepping closer to me and spraying my face, swishing the hose back and forth so the force of the water would hit me in the face. “Parson!”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Styles snapped before reaching forward to grab the hose from her, but she turned and sprayed him with it. “Parson…” he growled, snatching the hose from her and grabbing her arm, “You need to go into the house and put some clothes on,” Styles looked down at Parson’s twig body and I arched an eyebrow when he didn’t move his eyes, “Before I do something I’ll regret because you soaked me with water instead of wine,” he spit at her, “You need to get into the house and put some clothes on.”

Fear flashed in her eyes but she pretended to be unaffected. I barely know you and I can see right through you, goldie. Then she ran quickly into the house and Styles gave me look, telling me to go after to make sure that she doesn’t run away. I nodded my head and ran after her, reaching the door before she did and making her run into me.

“Zayn,” she gasped my name and ran her small hands down my torso to balance herself, making me chuckle and grasp onto the side of her own torso, “I don’t want to be here…”

“I know you don’t, but―”

“But it’s a part of life,” she interrupted and I leaned against the back door, making her stand on her top toes and look at me in the eyes, “Isn’t that what you said?” she gave me look as if she was trying to tell me something, and I shook my head and refused to be played by her, despite the fact that she looked ultimately adorable standing in front of me in only a bra and pair of panties.

“We should get you dressed,” I bit my lip and she looked down at her hands, twisting her thumbs around each other, “We wouldn’t want you to get in trouble by the warden of hell again, now would we?”

She punched my shoulder and I stood up straight, making her cover her mouth and shake her head, “It was an accident.. I mean… just reflexes,” she blushed majorly and I gave her a lopsided grin that made her smile, “I didn’t mean to! Let’s just go into the House before I think about running away…” she said before grabbing onto my arm and making me flinch, but I smiled again when she glanced over her shoulder at me, her cheeks still tinged pink from her earlier blush.




Fuck it’s bad, but she is super cute.

Notes

Am I the only one who is completely in love with PILLOWTALK?!?!?! I have been listening to it nonstop ever since this morning, and I love it!

I love writing in Zayn's point of view, so I'm going to be doing it more often. Anyone think there's going to be another ship in this story?... I do :)


Kal xx