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"He lets go of me, looking sadly down at his toes for a moment.
Then his facial expression changes and it goes hard.

He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is looking, and then he graps my arm, hard, and pushes me up against the nearest wall. I feel the cold, hard brick wall against my back and Zayn is like 3 cm from my face. His hands are resting on the wall on either side of my head.
I cannot move and I feel completely trapped. I can feel his body heat and his hot breath on my face.
I shiver. He scares me, but at the same time he is god damn sexy.

"Who have you talked to? Are people talking?" How does he even expect me to answer this when he's literally crushing me up against a fucking wall?"

A fanfiction about a new girl and the bad boy, Zayn Malik.

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27. Force

Zayn's POV Finally having gathered my hair into the usual quiff the way I like it, I add some hairspray. And then some more. I hate it when a strand breaks loose. I go to my bathroom to shave just a little, making sure to leave a bit stubble, emphasizing my jaw and cheek bones. I tilt my head to the side, to get a view of my profile. I want to look my hottest tonight, and I do. I love it when I catch her staring at me. It's such a turn on. I put on my favorite aftershave and reach for my tooth brush. After having brushed my teeth, I return to my room, and button up my shirt in front of the mirror. I roll up the sleeves of the black shirt exposing my sleeve tattoos. I never really went to the parties hosted by the school, but it's different now when I've got Zoe. Besides we can just leave for the after party early if it's too lame. By old routine I get the little plastic bag out of my pocket, but I hesitate this time. I look at the drugs, the expensive white powder that makes every worry seem a little farther away. I know I probably shouldn't, but I feel the slight craving telling me otherwise. A small dose never hurt anyone. I get out some of the white powder, accidentally a bit more than I had decided on, and sniff the white powder in me, wiping off my nose. At this point this dose won't affect me much since I've gone pretty tolerant, but it'll stop my cravings. I know Zoe wouldn't approve of it. She seemed so shocked when she found it. And disgusted with me. I cringe at the embarrassing memory. I just wanted to creep down into a whole and die. Like if she'd caught me wanking or something. ** I stand by the bar that the party committee has set up, next to Niall who looks proper bored drinking a beer. Obviously we don't have much to talk about, so I look around trying to find a topic. I eye Tamara and remember the way she had kept stealing glances at him when I sat at their table for lunch. She's talking with Zoe and some other girl with wild curly hair. She even shoots Niall a glance across the room. I get a beer myself, knowing that I have to be careful with the amounts of drinks I have. I'm a complete dickhead when I'm drunk; overconfident and horny. It's like I become a completely different person. It was never a problem with other girls - at all - but I'm sure that side of me wouldn't exactly flatter a girl like Zoe. I lean into Niall, putting a firm hand on his shoulder, my eyes still glued to Tamara. He jumps at my touch, but I ignore it. - "She's into you, you know," I say, nodding in the direction of the blonde. - "Right," he says in an amused tone when he realize who I'm talking about, and takes a gulp of his beer. He thinks I'm joking. Tamara looks in our direction again, and I remove my hand from his shoulder and leans back against the bar desk. - "I've noticed the way she looks at you, and I know that look. She wants you," The blonde boy's cheeks redden slightly, and he looks down in the beer in his hand. - "I said you owed me, right? When you invited me to your party? Now go over there and give her a drink or whatever," he looks at me with suspicion in his eyes, but he takes my advise. ** Zoe's POV Niall and Tamara have not left each others side ever since we left the school grounds to attend the after party. Wonder how that happened? I don't know who the host of the house is, but it's almost right next to the school, and it's huge! The big entrance leads through a wide hallway and into a huge hall crowded with happy and slightly drunk people. The music is loud and the lights are flashing everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The room is hot and the air is thick with the smell of different people's perfumes and sweat. Harry and I are in the back small talking and drinking beer. He looks beyond handsome tonight - not the same way as Zayn though, but you can't really compare those two, as they look completely different. Zayn has his sharp dark lines, while Harry has his bouncy brown locks. I feel a warm hand wrapping around me from behind, and it rests on my lower stomach close to my hip. I'm just about to brush it off me when I recognize the soothing smell of Zayn's aftershave and I turn around facing his flawless face. I put my arms around his neck, and lock them behind his head. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Harry backing away, giving Zayn and I some alone time. I almost haven't seen him around since we got here. He has been hanging with some friends all night, and so have I. His eyes are intense and his black pupils are bigger than normal, which makes me suspect he is on something - and not just beer. - "You alright?" I say, instead of pointing it out, but he just shrug. Just a bit drunk I guess - I feel a bit tipsy myself as well to be honest. I feel his stubble tease my skin when he takes me by surprise and kisses me passionately. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, kissing him back. He smells really good. I trace my fingers slowly down the sharp line of his jaw, and let them caress the sensitive skin on his neck close to his ear. He seems to like this, as he bites into my bottom lip, releasing a throaty groan. He pulls me tighter, making me stagger two steps backwards. A chill runs down my spine as I feel the cold wall against my back through the thin fabric of my dress. He gets hold of my wrists and pin them to the wall on each side of me. He completely cover my body with his own, making it impossible for me to move. Before being able to react on this, he covers my mouth with his again. The kiss becomes more and more desperate and rough, and so does the beating of his heart. He's pressing his body against mine so hard, that I can feel the erection start to grow in his crotch area. His grip around my wrists tightens until it almost hurts. If I was able to move, I would take a step back. Uh..? He grinds his hips into mine in a slow thrust, and he moans into my mouth. I stop kissing him back and open my eyes, to see that his are closed, and squeezed tight in pleasure. I try to push him back a little as his right hand releases one of my wrists and it starts to travel down my back, and further down towards my bum. I feel completely helpless, as he just keeps going. Resting his big hand on my bum, he presses me hard against his now prominent boner, while releasing a restrained breath of pleasure against my jaw. He starts leaving wet kisses down my neck, while squeezing my bum and pressing my body harder up against the wall. I place a hand on his chest, trying to get him off me, but he ignores it, and uses his own hand to force mine lower, dangerously close to the zipper of his pants. He want me to touch him. I try to wrestle my other hand free from his painful grip, but he's not letting go. Even drunk, he is far stronger than me. I can't tell if he's aware that it hurts - or that I'm struggling. I feel the tears burning in my eyes, making my vision blurry. A feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me that this is wrong, and things are getting out of hand. He's never used force against me before, and I find myself panicking a little bit. I don't even recognize him like this - or his usual careful and tender touch. I put my free hand on his hard chest and give it a weak push, trying to make him step back. He doesn't budge but keeps sucking at my neck. I feel his teeth graze over the skin. - "Zayn," I whimper, feeling his hand wander upwards towards my chest. I'm amazed no one steps in or sense that something is wrong. - "C'mon," His mouth is close to my ear now, and I can still feel his excitement against me in his pants. - "Zayn, stop," I beg, and I feel the tears threaten to fall. The sound of my strangled voice seems to wake him up, as he release his grip around my wrist and staggers back, giving me a bit room. - "Why not," he sounds disappointed, like a little boy, who's not about to stay up for any longer. His eyes are big and puppy like, filled with lust and confusion. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Harry making his way in our direction, and Zayn suddenly storms off. I don't follow him, I can't really grasp what just happened. Within two seconds I feel Harry's big hand on my shoulder, and I can't help but cringe under his touch. He looks at me with worry in his green eyes. - "What was that? Are you ok?" His eyebrows are drawn together, forming a deep furrow between them. I nod, "Yea, it's nothing," and pull up the strap from my dress that had apparently fallen down. I try to fake a smile, but I'm too shaken. - "Are you sure? Zoe he didn't force you.." he starts, but I cut him off before he can even finish his sentence. "No. It's nothing. Really," I mutter. But that's a lie, isn't it?
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