My Mothers Boyfriend {One Direction}

She could get everything she wanted. All those things, girls at her age, would kill to own. That was the bonus of being Caroline Flack's daughter. But all she wanted, was that one curly haired boy, with the most amazing eyes. Her mother's boyfriend, Harry Styles.

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5. All Day, All Night..


The music made the floor shake and people was dancing close. The discolights flashed in the beat of the music, and made me go blind a few times. I tried to focus, but the amount of people made me confused, and I felt dizzy. Hannah pulled me to the bar and ordered some shots. Actually, I didn’t really felt for drinking right now, but still, I took the little glass and starred at the red liquid, before I fast moved it to my lips and swallowed all of it. A sour but still sweet taste hit my tongue and spread to the rest of my mouth, and if I wasn’t all wrong, it tasted like strawberry. My eyes turned to Hannah, who was already at her third shot, which she fast dropped in her mouth.

That girl was crazy, she could just keep on drinking for hours!

The bartender pushed another shot towards my hand. We got eye contact, and a charming smile showed up on his lips. I blushed and swallowed the liquid inside the glass he gave me, and before I even realised it myself, I had been drinking at least nine shots. Hannah stood up and pulled me towards the dancing floor.

I wonder how many she had been drinking.

We sang and danced like crazy on the dance floor, but suddenly I made a wrong footstep and I fell towards the floor. I was absolutely sure, that if the boy behind didn’t had reacted so fast, and pulled his arm around my waist, I would’ve hit the floor. I was almost drowning in his friendly, beautiful, dark brown eyes, and I got dizzy.

Or maybe, it was because of the alcohol? No, it couldn’t be.

I’d only been drinking few shots, and not anything else.

“I-I’m so-orry” I mumbled in a low voice, it was like I couldn’t speak proper.

His eyes searched mine, and a suspicious smile formed at his lips.

He was pretty handsome, actually he was quite hot.

Why hadn’t I noticed him before?

“Are you okay?” he asked and got his arm around my shoulder.

I nodded and bit my lip.

Okay, I felt quite dizzy, but beside that I was fine. Maybe, I just needed some clean air.

“You wanna go outside?” I almost shouted to drown the music.

He nodded and followed me through the dancing, drunk people.

Phew, finally out. All those pushing and having five body’s against your body one at a time almost gave me claustrophobia. I breathed out one more time and turned to the dark-haired boy. He smiled charming back, before he pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. He pulled a dark lighter out of his pocket, and turned the cigarette on.

Did he smoke? Quite a stupid question, when he sat there with a cigarette in his hand. I could feel his eyes on me, and I think, he was giving me the head-to-toe look.

I blushed slightly and sat beside him.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked concerned.

The sound of his voice was nice, it made me relax.

“I have a little feeling of vomiting, but beside that, I’m fine” I tried to say, but I don’t really think he understood me, since I only mumbled.

Snap, I knew I shouldn’t have had went to another party right after the one yesterday.

No more alcohol to you, Carrie!

A little sound came from him, it sounded a bit like a little laugh.

“Come on” he said, and hit my leg in a friendly way, still my body went crazy.

“I’ll take you to your home”

Okay, so he obviously figured that I was pretty drunk. Don’t really think it was so hard to guess. I was about to follow him, when it hit me. What if he was like a really handsome rapist? After all, I didn’t know anything about him, so I couldn’t be sure. He noticed I stopped, and turned around to look questioning at me, with his very, very attractive, dark eyes.

“Uhm.. You’re not some kind of murdering rapist, are you?” I asked, a little bit concerned.

He laughed at me, and made me look down in embarrassment.

“My name is Zayn” he said in a friendly way, and pulled his hand out. Zayn? That didn’t really sound English. Maybe he was a foreigner. Hmm.. So, he was a murdering foreigner? That only made me even more scared. I wonder what he would do now. What if..

Thousands of questions started to form in my head. Thousand pretty unimportant questions, but I think that was because I wasn’t able to think clearly.

“You still don’t trust me, do you?”

I shook my head.

“Well, then I’ll have to carry you” he smiled suspicious. He fast grabbed my legs, and forced me to lie on top of one of his shoulders. I fast pulled my arms around his neck, because of the sudden feeling of no ground under my feet, to not fall down.

“Jesus, Zayn! Let me go, NOW!” I screamed.

He ignored me and laughed evilly, whilst he started running. I gasped a few times and buried my head in his shoulder.

“What way?” He suddenly asked a bit confused. I looked up from my little hiding-place, and could see we had reached a crossroad.

Oh my god he ran fast! And that was with a drunken girl on top of him.

“To the right” I pointed and almost fell off, when he started running again.

“STOP! It's here” I shouted, and he fast stopped.

“It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“Just place me on the ground again, and I won’t make a scene” I almost hissed. Zayn did as I told him, and turned around with a guilty look in his eyes.

“Sorry” he smiled, but only a little smile.

I sighed. For some reason, I just couldn’t get mad at him. I leant forward, and right away I got mystified by his almost black eyes, which was looking straight into my blue eyes. Suddenly, everything happened extremely fast, when I felt his soft lips touch mine shortly. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth, and I enjoyed every single second. Enjoyed, that for once, Harry wasn’t circling around every single one of my thoughts, and I felt alive. I slowly pulled away from Zayn, and could feel his hand slipping into mine, and squeeze it a bit. “Goodnight” he whispered in a sweet voice. “Goodnight” I smiled, and walked towards the house. 


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