I Can't Believe You! (one direction fanfic)

" I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" I scream, tears pouring down my face, reminding me of a waterfall. Waterfalls are supposed to be majestic amd beautiful. Nothing of my tears are majestic or beautiful.
"Listen to me Amy! I can fix this. Please?" he begs dropping to his knees in an attempt to bring me back to him. I stare at him in his helpless state. Why does he do this to me? His beautiful green eyes meet mine and I close my eyes trying to block him out. Only it doesn't work. I still see his broken figure on the ground pleading with me. It's the charm of Harrh Styles I guess...

hey guys read. I promise this will get better. Thanks

- Taylor xoxo

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14. chapter 11

Revenge sounds like such a nasty word dkesn't? But tonight will be fun! Reaching the club I pay the cabbie but he only charges me half. I walk to the door and the bouncer eyes me and just kets me in.
" Thank you" I smile warmly at him. I continue into the club and find myself faced with at least a thousand people dancing and drinkin. This could be fun. I make my way over to the bar having tp squeeze through couples dancing who are clearly drunk. When reaching the bar I call the bar tender over taking a pick from the brightly colored drinks. The bar tender winks and brings me my drink saying its on him. I thank him and take a large sip. I immediatley want more and down the rest of the drink. Calling the bar man over again I choose randomly on another drink and he again tells me I don't have to pay. He also brins mea shot even though I didn't ask for one. I think he can tell this may be my first time drinking and that I'm not 21 but I don't think he cares.I drink the pink drink and down the shot quickly. By now the alcohil is coursing through me and I have an urge to do something stupid. J find myself on the dance floor dancing around. I am then met with a pair of beautiful brown eyes and dark hair in a quif. I don't care who i'm dancing with at the moment i'm just enjoying the strange feeling that is overtaking my body.
" Would you like to dance?" the darker skinned boy asks.
" why not" I slur shrugging my shoulders. He places his hands on my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck and we begin to sway to the loud pounding music. Ojr dancing doesn't fit in with this style of music but we're both drunk and I don't think either of us care. Before I know what's happening the boys lips are on mine, and I kiss him back. It's not a quick peck either.

A strong arm rips us apart and i'm pulled into the side of the person. I open my eyes and am met with Harry's not so happy expression.
" Zayn what the hell do you think your doing!" Harry shouts. ZAYN! Oh god, i've screwed up now!
" Dancin' wit a pwetty gurl" he slurs out stumbling a bjt trying to regain his balance. I guess I forgot to mention that we also had some more drinks together? Like a lot!
" Your freakin dancing with MY girl!!!" Harry shouts. Zayn looks clearly confused and I can't blame him, he's completely drunk, he's had way more than me. I'm not sure how I'm even thinking clearly right now. Harry gets a strong grip on my arm and begins to drag me to the door. I turn and find Zayn staring after us. Me, still being drunk do the sign saying call me and a sloppy grin appears on his face. I laugh and let Harry tow me out the door completley carefree. He pushses me out the door and I wink at the bouncer who glances at Harry and raises an eyebrow. I simply shrug my shoulders and smile. The bouncer shakes his head laughing. This should be an interesting night and especially the morning when I'm sober...
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