For The Love Of Leesi

Eighteen years and I have finally found out who my parents are--well my father anyway. Knowing that you're father is Zayn Malik from the used-to-be huge boy band is a complete change. So it looks like I'm spending the summer in London. It's time to learn who I really am, who I truly love, and if in the end I will able to tell the difference from reality and fantasy. *Sequel to For The Love Of Clara*


5. Spin The Bottle

Harry's idea worked. James and I were fully awake and extremely drunk. Everything was blurry, but then again everything was so funny, even though it made no sense. 

"Welcome to the Brits After Party," said Harry. 

I laughed, not knowing how that was funny. 

We all were in the same limo, and all making our way to the door. 

"Yes, I'll be safe babe," said Louis into his cell phone and I suffocated a laugh that rose in my throat. Okay, Leesi you need to get a hold of yourself. 

As we entered the building it seemed to be a hotel. Elegant and royalty worthy. It was filled with people and in a rush of colors and blurry tuxedos and crushed-looking diamonds I was pulled into a circle. 

Someone grabbed onto my wrist and brought me down to the floor. I looked at the hand and squinted my eyes to make out James' figure. "What are we doing?"

"I don't know," he smiled. My head was finally clearing, not much but enough for me to know who was who and put voices to faces. 

"It's Celebrity Spin The Bottle." I looked to my other side and saw Max taking a seat next to me. 


"It's your once and only chance to lip-lock with some of the most famous people around the world. Every year I get some wannabe singer or a daughter of a legend, but this year that Victoria's Secret model is looking good." He winked at the girl across from him. 

She smiled and shook her head. 

"Isn't that--?" James asked around me.

"Harry's gorgeous wife. Fuck yes," he smiled. "We all know it's just a game though so we don't hold grudges." 

"Isn't she a little old for you?" I asked him.

"Girls shouldn't have a number to categorize them. As long as they are fit I could give two fucks about how old they are." 

"Alright, everyone know the rules!" A man with blond shaggy hair spoke holding onto an empty champagne bottle in the middle of the circle.

"Yes Andy," everyone said in unison. 

He smiled before setting the bottle into a spin. The bottle stopped on someone and the circle roared as the two leaned over and touched lips in the center of the circle. 

"Who's Andy?" I ask Max. 

"My dad's best mate. Been together forever."

I heard the clink of the bottle hitting the hard floor again as I turned back and watched the bottle spin. This was actually getting interesting, and I didn't care that one end of the bottle landed on me and a man sitting across from me. I looked up to see the perfection of a fair faced, red hair boy. His eyes light green against his simple freckled face. 

He didn't seem much older than me and I went on my hands to lean closer to him as he did the same. Our lips touched in the center and I couldn't believe the softness, but yet the power he had behind his kiss. I didn't want him to stop and as he started to pull away I leaned closer to continue the kiss. He stopped and leaned back in, I smiled against his lips. 

"Alright you two!" Andy shouted above us. "Don't make me call in your dads! Jed I think that's the last thing you need after last night." 

"I'll drink to that," said Jed, the one who just kissed me, as he rose a bottle of beer and placed it to his lips. The same lips that just touched mine. How I wanted them back. "I don't need another headliner. I could just see it right now: Jed, son of Ed Sheeran, gets roaring drunk and skinny dips in the River Thames." 

Everyone started to laugh, but I didn't. I was stuck on the name of his father. Ed Sheeran. I've heard that name before....

"Wasn't Niall talking about an Ed Sheeran a couple days ago?" I asked James.

"Yea, why?" He looked at me, his eyes hazy from the alcohol. 

I turned back to the group. "Nothing," I said simply, but my mind fluttered with thoughts. All these people, they were all connected. They all knew each other, personally, sometime in there lives.

Now it seems that the first generation of this group has moved on and left their children in their place. I was part of that second generation. 

I didn't know where my spot was. I didn't know where I belonged. Instead I waited for the bottle to settle on me once again, and it did for the second time. The second time Jed's lips connected with mine. I wanted to pull him closer, but kept myself in control before pulling away, leaning back in the circle. 

Eventually more drinks were passed around and sometime between one a.m. and three-thirty a.m. I passed out, because the next sight I see are the white plush sheets of my bed back in Chelsea. 

I'm starting to get really into this fanfiction! I didn't think it would be all that good, but I love it!! 

If you loved it, please comment, like, and favorite!!

Much love, Morgan xx

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