You Stole My Heart ღ

Like any normal teen girl, Sheyanna dreamed of the day she'd meet her favorite band, One Direction. She loved their music and of course found them all extremely attractive. When that day comes, however, Sheyanna is faced with a whole new line of problems: she has became truly and passionately in love with one of the boys. Can their romance survive the miles between their homes? Or will it burn, like the love that already is in their hearts? Find out now :)


15. Fifteen ღ


 "You're quiet," he spoke softly into my ear. I could feel him breathing behind me; his heart keeping rhythm. He wanted to ask something he already knew the answer to.

        "Why do you say that? I'm fine," I said, turning over on him. My chest was warm on his, and I laid my head down on him. He ran his fingers through a few of my curls and kissed me on top of the head. But he was just as quiet.

        "I'm perfectly fine. Excited for tonight." I tried to smile, even though he couldn't see my face. I'm glad he couldn't, because I honestly could feel my eyes misting up. These past few days had been crazy amazing, but the thoughts of it all ending was just too much to bare. I swallowed hard.

He kept running his fingers through my hair and took a breath deeper than the ones he had before. "We're gunna make it work," he said. His voice was steady, which was comforting. I nodded my head and swallowed hard again.

We got up and got ready for the masquerade without saying too much. Our minds were both running with the inevitable that would come with the next few days. I tried to put it all out of my mind, because thinking about it would spoil the time with him now. I put on a smile and changed my mood.

He was in a black and white and very fitted tux. His tie was nestled around his neck, and his hair was smoothed just the way it should have been. The way I loved.

We walked out to the limousine, a little happier than before, his hand stroking my back. He opened the car door for me and we hopped in. The club where the party was supposed to be was close by, making the ride short. I reminded myself to smile and be happy as we got out, not just for me but for Zayn.

My black heels clicked on the pavement as we walked to the doors. Music thumped from inside, sending electrifying surges up my skin.

        "Zayn! My main maaaayn," Louis giggled slowly. He'd already had one too many drinks. He bro hugged Zayn and winked at me. "There she is!" he planted one right on my lips. I could taste champagne after he pulled away. He kept giggling and staggered over to the counter. Liam and Harry leaned cooly against the wall, drinks in hand, Harry looking for girls. We approached them and they too greeted me with light pecks on the lips. Niall stood at the chocolate fountain, pretzel and strawberry in hand. He waved at us then went back to drowning in chocolate.

        "Almost forgot," Zayn said mysteriously, reaching for his trouser pocket. He pulled out a beautifully gemmed mask and gently placed it on my face. The boys slipped theirs on simultaneously, almost like they were cued, and spread out on the dance floor. Zayn took my hand and led me to the middle of the crowds of people. Quick-paced salsa music purred to life from the speakers, and before I could recognize the beat, I felt Zayn's hand at my lower back. His eyes were intent on my own, and for a second I felt paralyzed. My body tingled with excitement as he pulled me closer to him, our bodies having no space between each other. The music became louder, more fierce, and that's when it all began.

People's faces blurred in circles as Zayn spun me around, out and then back to him, out and then back to him. My eyes barely had time to focus when my leg was up around his waist, his hand trailing the underside of my thigh. My lungs seemed to seal shut, letting no air in or out. I finally took a breath after my world stopped spinning and looked up at this masked figure who seemed to steal the night.

        "How on Earth did you learn to do that?!" My voice came out in tired gasps. I felt a deep chuckle escape his throat as he slowly swayed my hips. The music had slowed to a sleepy beat, giving me a breather.

        "I had to take classes for the X-Factor. Turns out, I like to salsa," his voice was thick with thrilling mischief.

I grinned playfully and rested my head on his shoulder. The song floated to an end, and he offered to get us a drink. I agreed and willingly danced with the other boys. A few popular dance songs played, and I had successfully taught them all the moves to Booty Work and the Cupid Shuffle when I realized it had been about 20 minutes since Zayn left for the drinks. Not wanting to be an overly obsessive new girlfriend, I walked over to the counter and ordered a drink, accepting the fact that he was probably mingling or taking photographs or something.

The bartender sat my strawberry daiquiri down in front of me, and I nodded my appreciation before thirstily drinking it. I turned on my little stool to look out on the dance floor, hoping to see Zayn coming towards me. I scanned the faces in the crowd until I spotted him in the far back. My heart lept and I smiled as my stomach fluttered with happiness. I hopped off the stool and made my way through the crowd towards him. I focused on my steps as I got closer, wanting to look as attractive as possible. But as I neared him, I could see the expression on his face. His brows were furrowed with unpleasant thought, his mouth in a tight line across his face. And as I recognized who was talking to him, I knew exactly why.

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