Insecure...?

His eyes widen. I was right all along. He was feeling indifferent towards Mark since the day he met him but I never knew it for sure...until now. I cross my arms on my chest and glare at him.

"Don't look at me like that. That is completely natural for me to feel as if you have clicked with Mark. He seemed to pique your interest. And honestly, you're not the only one, sweetheart. I mean, other girls look at him too—" I cut him off quickly. How dare he!? He realizes way too quickly and tries to control the damage he's done. But I was already scoffing at him, trying not to raise my voice.

"Zayn. What do you even mean by that? Do you realize how that reflects on ME!?" He stands up at my words at once! He tries to approach me, but I swerve from his touch swiftly,

"Don't touch me, Zayn. Do you think I would be attracted to Mark just like all the other girls? How could you even think I would have eyes for another man while I've been waiting for you for two fucking lives!?" I scream at him