Young and Reckless

After Ava's little sister Layla passes and Ava promises to dedicate her life to her what will it drive Ava to do?


9. Chapter 8

Ava's P.O.V

     Pulling down my tight dress, I glanced around the outside of the club. It seemed to be below zero degrees, and I couldn't seem to see Zayn at all. I didn't get why I even came tonight, Zayn was absolutely under me. I didn't care how famous he ways, he wasn't a nice kid. After we kissed, he didn't even say anything. He just led me out the parking lot to head home. I knew he'd think I'd throw myself at him, but that wasn't the case. I didn't like him anymore. He was an asshole who obviously didn't care about me, or how I felt about what happened.

     "You look cold." A voice told me, before I felt a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders. My nose was suddenly filled with a familiar cologne and I looked up to meet Zayn’s face. I nodded up at him, giving a small smile. "Hey." I greeted. "How's it going babe?" He replied, grinning at me. "I brought the boys along, hope you don't mind." He said. Looking over his shoulder, the guys stood behind him. Niall had his hands shoved in his pockets, his thumbs sticking out. "Hey Ava, long time no see." He said. I gave them all a proper smile which they returned easily. "Nice to see you again." I said. "Enough with the chit chat!" Zayn said with a laugh. "Let's get inside!" He said.

     "Louis, Kayla is in here somewhere! And well boys, there's tons of girls!!" I told them. Louis smirked and scurried off to find her, as for the boys, they drifted apart. Zayn held my hand, pulling me towards the back of the club. He seemed slightly drunk already, which made him childish and hyper. I grind my teeth together, suddenly feeling his hand pull me against his chest. I didn't want to be here.

    Zayn had wondered off, and I was left alone with Niall. I wasn't upset about that though. He was a very fun person to be around. He could be friendly and flirty, but become serious if he saw someone look at me the wrong way. He was caring. I liked that. Niall's large hands were on my waist, moving me against his body. I was laughing loudly, as was he. I hanged onto his neck, my head placed in the nook of his neck. I shivered from the slight touch.

    "Where's Zayn?" he whispered into my ear. "I feel bad for taking away his beautiful date." He added. I laughed. "Probably hooking up with a random." I said. "Mhm. Sounds like you don't mind about that. I thought you liked each other?" He asked. "I honestly did, but he's changed. He's shown me the only thing he wants." I said. "And you want something more?" He asked lowly, pulling away to look into my eyes. I shrugged my shoulders, my eyes flickering around the large club to see if I could spot Zayn. I couldn't. "I guess," I replied after a while. "Just not with Zayn. He doesn't understand anything other than the word sex." I said rolling my eyes

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