Lacey

I could barely hear Skye over the music but I’m pretty sure she said that the boys were coming. I just nodded at her, not really caring in my drunken state as I continued to dance with Tamzyn and Skye’s College friends Emma and Kirra. Tate, Danielle and Eleanor had disappeared somewhere.

I knew at about this point I should probably stop drinking however after the long horrific day today, I needed more. So I continued to drink, downing every shot and drink I bought with Skye right beside me.

“Hey girls,” Two guys slid up next to us at the bar, “My mate and I were just wondering if we could buy you both a drink,” The one talking said to Skye, the other one winked at me.

I eyed them both curiously; they seemed pretty cute however my judgement in this drunken haze probably wasn’t the best thing to rely on right now.

“Sure,” Skye giggled quickly. I could tell she was drunker than me but not by much. The guy looking at her smiled largely before leaning over the bar to order her a drink the other guy ordered me one.

“So what are your names?” The guy who ordered me a drink asked.

“Lacey,” I said winking at him and taking a drink. I heard Skye introduce herself.

“Maybe you two would like to come and dance?”

“How about you fuck off and leave my girlfriend alone,” I turned around to see Harry glaring daggers at the boy standing in front of Skye. Skye merely giggled and looked up at Harry cutely.

“She didn’t say she had a boyfriend,” The guy retorted back glaring at Harry and puffing out his chest. I smirked hoping this would turn into a fight, maybe get some action tonight.

“I just did,” Harry said forcefully, stepping forward slightly. Harry was definitely the taller one out of the pair. The other guy seemed to notice this as he narrowed his eyes before storming off and into the crowd of people.

Harry’s glare instantly turned to his girlfriend who just started to giggle and almost fell off her chair if he didn’t catch her in time. His glare softened slightly as he realised how drunk she actually was.

“What about you? Want to dance?” I turned around surprised to see the guy that bought me a drink still standing there.

“She’s taken too,” Harry said quickly glaring at the man. I turned to Harry angry that he would bring up Edmund. He didn’t care about me, hell he wouldn’t even care if I slept with a random guy tonight.

“Who by?’ My guy asked staring at the other boys in a challenge.

“Me,” Zayn said suddenly appearing behind the boy before walking up and wrapping an arm around my waist. I stared up at him surprised by his closeness. I was too drunk to react as I got caught up in his beauty so close to me. The way his warm body felt against mine and how my fingers just ached to trace his strong jaw line. I didn’t even notice that my guy had walked away.

“Are you okay?” Zayn asked looking down at me not pulling his arm away from my waist.

“You’re pretty,” I giggled to him. He smirked down at me raising an eyebrow, he obviously found me amusing.

“I didn’t know princesses were allowed to drink,”

“I’m not a princess. I can do whatever the hell I want when I want,” I mumbled angrily and childishly pushing away from his arms rather reluctantly as I began to walk away.

“Wait,” Zayn called grabbing my arm and pulling me back into his chest, “I’m sorry, let’s just sit here and talk okay?”

“I wanna dance,” I whined shaking my head at him. He sighed and glanced at the dance floor before glancing back at me.

“Fine, let’s go,” He groaned before grabbing my hand and pulling me into the crowd of people. I found Emma, Kirra and Danielle again. We started to dance together as Zayn stood there awkwardly. I watched him amused before leaving the girls and standing in front of him.

He watched me curiously as I grabbed his arms and wrapped them around my waist before wrapping my own arms around his neck and pulling him down a little closer to my level. I began to slowly dance with him, moving with the beat together.

As more alcohol passed through my system and Zayn’s, our dancing became a bit more provocative and we were dancing a lot closer than was socially acceptable for people who didn’t know each other.

I could hear Zayn’s heavy breathing right in my ear as I practically danced on him. I spun around in his arms and leant close to his ear.

“Maybe we should go back to yours?” I suggested, he pulled back quickly looking at me wide eyed. I winked at him before pulling him closer and smashing my lips against his. He was shocked at first but quick to respond as his arms immediately pulled me as close as possible to his body and his tongue expertly slipped into my mouth. I moaned into the kiss slightly as I tasted both smoke and alcohol in his mouth. Not the best combination but my hazy brain was enjoying it.

Zayn pulled away after a moment staring down at me before taking my hand and leading me back through the crowds of people and out into an alleyway. I was too drunk to question it as I continued to follow and suddenly we were in a car. The moment the car began to drive Zayn’s tongue was back in my mouth. I had no problem with this as my arms instantly went around his neck. I shivered as Zayn’s hands traced lightly up and down the curves of my body.

We both felt the car stop and Zayn pulled me out of the car and into the complex. We stood in the elevator impatiently staring at each other as Zayn’s leg bounced constantly. I couldn’t take my eyes away from his dark brown ones.

I think a small part of me knew that what we were doing was wrong. But I had spent my whole life doing the right thing, doing what my parents wanted me to do. I had become the perfect angel in the public eye and for once I wanted to do something for me.

Because the moment Zayn’s door slammed shut and my body was slammed against it, I was happy. By the point that our clothes were strewn around his apartment and there was no stopping for either of us, I was actually having fun. I was attracted to Zayn Malik, who wouldn’t be? And for once I was doing what I wanted to do even if the regret would hit me the next morning, I would deal with it then.