Zayn's POV:
Ian dragged me till we got to my room, and only let go of me when we got to my closet. I rubbed my wrist, glaring at him.
He avoided me, rummaging in his closet. "Don't pout. It doesn't look good on you."
"You are just jealous." I muttered, lifting my wrists to examine the bruises he had left behind.
"Jealous? Yeah right." He said, laughing and when I lifted my head, a shirt hit my face.
"Hey!"
I pulled it off my face and Ian stepped closer and lifted my wrists, turning it over.
"I didn't mean to grip you that hard."
"You underestimate your own strength?"
"It wouldn't happen again. Do you need Shelby to look at it?"
"I am fine. I have gotten worse when I was training with the warriors, and Shelby didn't look at those."
"Good. Wear the shirt." He said, leaning back an
