Revulsion [zm au]

Seventeen.

"This is so wrong..." Even though the statement was meant to be serious I couldn't help but giggle mischievously.

Zayn smirked, finding it just as amusing as me, "Who is to say what is right and what is wrong?"

Our faces were still close as we spoke since neither of us had moved since the kiss. 

"Wise words there Malik," I smiled, moving my fingers up to play with the hairs on the back of his neck.

His eyes were bright as he spoke,"Thank you Whinscott, means a lot coming from you."

I bit my lip, noticing how genuine his soft words were.  I looked away from him as he continued to stare down at me in awe. Just the mere fact that he could possibly even admire me seemed to boggle my mind. I mean I never thought I'd find someone as devishly handsome and beautiful to ever be more than a friend to me. Maybe I'm just too modest and insecure about myself?

"Zayn, we cannot tell anyone..." I spoke quietly, my whole demeanor changing.

He tensed up at the statement.

"I know," 

"I'm not really sure what we do now. I'm just confused as to what this means..." I trailed, continuing to stare out at the lake.

He suddenly pulled away, my arms falling down as he sat farther away from me. I ignored the feeling of rejection that hit me at the action.

He sighed, as if defeated.

"Maybe...maybe we should just forget about the kiss. It'll only complicate things and get you in trouble with your father. And knowing I'm the cause would leave me with ever lasting guilt Elizabeth." his tone serious.

I blinked, trying to rid the sudden burning sensation behind my eyes.

"No, I won't just forget about it." I said stubbornly, sick and tired of always having to please my parents.

Zayn looked over at me, eyes wide in surprise. 

"I like you Zayn. Others may call me crazy but I don't care. It's my life, and I will decide who is to be apart of it and who isn't." I stated with such confidence that I surprised myself.

He eyed me for a moment before a small smile settled on his lips, "But what if people find out?" he asked almost mindlessly like he didn't even care if they did.

"I don't care." I repeated, trailing my fingers down his biscep softly. 

"Then I don't care either." he said shifting over so that he was closer to me. 

I smiled, glad he was close to me again.

"Every Saturday we can meet here, same time." I said, watching as he intertwined our fingers.

"Alright," he agreed. 

"It'll be our time..." I murmured softly as he looked up at me with those eyes of his.

"So i'll have to just watch you from afar the rest of the week?" he asked with a gentle smile.

I laughed while nodding.

"Damn, this is going to be difficult." he said before coming forward and attaching his lips to my own.

"Elizabeth!" 

I jumped, snapping my head in the direction of the voice.

I mentally cringed in fear when I met the blazing eyes of my mother.

Guess I had been reminiscing longer than I thought.

"Yeah?" my tone weak.

"Have you been listening to a single word I just said?" she questioned bitterly.

I mentally sighed wondering why she even asked if she already knew the answer. 

I stayed silent, which seemed to annoy her even more.

"You know Elizabeth, I try, I try so hard yet you never seem to notice!" she ranted dramatically as she threw her napkin on the dining table and stood up quickly.

I had to keep my eyes from widening in shock; my mother never did anything that qualified as 'un-lady like' and this had to be a first.

"Mother," I attempted to speak but she held her hand up, silencing me.

My father sighed loudly from his seat at the table, probably just as tired of her tantrums as me.

"No I'm speaking." she hissed.

I sat back, keeping my eyes on the half eaten chicken breast in front of me. 

"I have done so much for you, yet you cannot even do the deceny of listening to me as I speak to you!" she scolded, pointing a navy blue polished finger at me.

"Clara please," my father butted in as he twirled the ice in his whiskey glass around.

She ignored him, simply throwing a glare in his direction.

"I'm sorry, I guess I just haven't been sleeping well and can't focus." I explained, pushing my hair behind my ear.

She grew quiet and simply stared at me.

I shifted uncomfortably under her terrorizing gaze.

 "We have a dinner with the Payne's tomorrow, so make sure you are well rested. I won't be able to handle it if you daze off again in front of them. Not only would that be rude, but it would also be a complete embarassment for us." she ranted as she threw her hands in the air.

I tried my hardest not to sigh in annoyance at the thought of having to go.

"Okay, I will." I promised half-heartedly.

"Albert I honestly don't know where we went wrong." she said looking over at my father.

I looked down, the words stinging.

"Clara calm down, would you?" my father sighed, obviously losing his patience.

"It is your fault she has turned out this way!" she yelled, putting the blame on my father.

I couldn't help but frown at her words. Did she really think I was such a bad child? Her behavior recently just continues to get stranger and stranger.

My father scoffed, pushing his chair back and standing tall. He flattened his blazer with his large hands before picking up his whiskey again.

"No my dear, I'm afraid it is your fault." he stated coldly, his change in demeanor stunning me. 

My father was usually a very calm and friendly man, which is why he had many friends and was able to make business deals successfully. He usually always stayed silent and unperturbed whenever my mother got angry and ranted. So seeing him finally stand up to her was odd.

Something was amiss, that's for sure.

My mother faltered, obviously surprised just like me.

"Excuse me?" she nearly growled.

The air grew tense, and with no hesitation I mumbled a quick 'excuse me' and bolted out of the room.In no way was I going to watch a possible war begin.

I made my way to my room trying to steady my heart as the sudden feeling of confusion filled me. Something was going on with my parents, or least I think something was going on with them.

I pushed the thoughts away and began thinking about my day with Zayn. The new thought bringing a small smile to my face.

I felt like such a rebel for what I did. I kissed a boy. A boy who wasn't even in my own social class. A boy who worked for my own father! A boy who my parents and friends would shun me from.

Too bad I didn't care for others opinions.

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