Grabbing my arm, Zayn guided me inside, closing the door behind him. I still clutched his phone in my hand, my grip so tight that I could actually break it.
“Are you so dense? Did you have to do that in front of the servants? I didn't know that you were such an attention seeker,” he spat, and I flinched due to his harsh words.
“Zayn, I-I don't know what I've done to make you so mad, but please don't leave. We can fix this, whatever it is, just don't shut me out,” I said softly and placed my hand on his forearm.
His eyes bore into mine, making my heart pick up its pace. I moved closer to him only to have him shrug off my hand and move away. He turned so that I now faced his back and I saw him shaking his head. When he faced me again, his expression was a cold and distant one, immediat
