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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.


16. The party

Because there is already cars everywhere, we park the car on the side of the road a bit farer from Niall's house. Zayn opens the car door for me, and then we walk hand in hand to the party. I'm a complete mess on the inside. I keep thinking about our kiss, and the feelings that blossomed in me. I wanna feel it again

Though I am a bit worried that the others will be mad at me, for forgiving Zayn - especially Liam, even though Zayn told me he had covered for him. I don't want to choose between them and Zayn, because I really like hanging out with them.

- "Do you think this is a good idea?" I ask nervously but he just shrugs and doesn't look too nervous.

When we make it a bit closer,  I feel the bass of the music pulsing through my body, and it makes me even more nervous. There are some people outside I don't recognize, sitting on the curbs and drinking from their red cups. They stare at Zayn but he doesn't seem to notice. 

Opening the door, we are hit by a wall of sound and bass, and there are people everywhere. Seems like the party has already begun. Some people I recognize from some of my classes, greet me but stop smiling when they see Zayn's hand in mine. Seriously? 

We make it further into the huge house, and see Niall standing in the corner with a beer in his hand, talking to some guys. He looks handsome in his jeans and a white shirt, with his dirty blond hair almost in a quiff. 

- "Hey Zoe! You came!" He smiles at me and gives me a hug. "Hey," he says to Zayn and gives him a nod. Not smiling. He looks at our hands and scratches his neck uncomfortably. 
- "Uh, I'll se you around then, have fun!" he tries to sneak away, but I grab the sleeve of his white shirt.

- "Niall, Zayn is really sorry, he.." I say, and let go if him and look up at Zayn. But then Niall is gone like the wind.

- "See he's scared of me," Zayn says with a smirk, as he pulls me closer to him. 
For a minute I  think he's gonna kiss me again, but then his face turns serious. 
- "I need to talk to Liam ok? Just go find Niall, he seemed pretty uptight," he says. My hand feels instantly colder when he lets go and disappears into the crowd. 

Zayn's POV

Ever since I kissed her, I have felt like floating on air. I took a big risk, and had thought she would pull away. She even kissed me back.
Though I'm glad she forgave me, and I wasn't lying, I really am sorry for what I've done. All of it. 

I can't find Liam anywhere, and I can't get myself to ask anybody, because they seem to all stare at me. Some because they know about me and the things I've done, and some because I look.. well hot. I used to always take advantage of that, when I went to clubs. I could get anyone I wanted. Now the thought of it makes me feel sick. 

I finally spot Liam standing outside in the garden, with Danielle and the blond girl Zoe is always around. Tamira or something. They look like they're having a good time, but the girls freeze when they see me. As if just being reminded of something terrible. Liam looks down, and the blond girl gives me a look that could kill. The looks you'd get the morning after. 

I ignore the girl, and raise my eyebrows at Liam, making him follow me inside. 


- "I'm mad at you," Liam says after a while of awkward silence, though he doesn't look at me.  

- "I know, I'm sorry i shouldn't have freaked out like that," I notice Liam's right jaw is slightly purple. My hand as well is still a bit sore. 

- "No not for that, for a lot of things Zayn," I don't answer him. I realize he is talking about our failed friendship, and I get a strange feeling. I miss him.

- "I'm trying! I'm trying really hard to change, Liam," We lock eyes, and neither of us look away. 

- "Then tell me you're not gonna take her home and into bed," He looks at me and I realize which slut he must see me as. And I agree. 

I smirk. "No Liam, I'm gonna drive her home, and walk her to the door like a gentleman,"
I pause.
- "Though I'd be a lovely bonus," I joke and he actually smiles, rolls his eyes and punches my arm. We are good.

- "Is Zayn Malik in love?" he lsays mockingly, and this time it's me rolling my eyes.

- "Yea right," 

Zoe's POV

"No it's not like that, you don't understand, Niall." He shakes his head and takes a sip of his cup of beer. He hands me one, and I take it.

- "What? Has he not tried anything with you? Like.." He sounds suspicious, but protective.

- "No! Niall, he's really nice to me,"

- "So he has not even, kissed you?" 
I roll my eyes and tell him he's only kissed me once, which is the truth, and he seems to relax a bit.

- "Please Niall, give him a chance, he's trying really hard," I take a sip of my beer and he nods and takes a sip as well.

- "Alright, whatever," I give him a hug and say thanks, just as I spot Zayn in the crowd, making his way towards me while flashing his breathtaking smile. 

He pulls me in for a hug. "I think Liam and I sort of made up,". I smile relieved and feel slightly bubbly, both from Zayn's touch and the beer. 

Niall clears his throat, and to my surprise, he hands Zayn a red cup as well. 
Zayn looks at the beer and then at Niall, just as surprised. Then he frowns, worried.

- "Uh no.. I don't drink tonight.." Zayn mutters. Then Niall shrug and takes it for himself and disappears in the crowd, leaving us alone.

"It's for the best," he assure me with a sexy hushed voice, and the he leans in to kiss me again, and I feel my entire world slipping away.



We don't get much alone time, before a couple of  guys start swarming around Zayn and me. They are swaying, having difficulty holding balance, and has clearly had too much to drink. I feel uncomfortable and tries to hide in Zayn's arms.  

- "Heey, what the fuck is Zayn Malik doing here?" I feel Zayn's heartbeat getting faster, and his muscles tensing. 

- "Is that your girlfriend? Cute little one," they start laughing and I look into Zayn's eyes. They are small and filled with anger, and his jaw is flexing. He reminds me of a ticking bomb. I have never seen him like this before, and it scares me. 

I try and pull him away, but he's stronger than me. 
- "Zayn, it's alright," I try to get him to look at me instead. "Don't get angry, that's what they want you to," 
Eventually he looks down at me, scared. Of himself. 

When I try again to pull him away from them and into the crowd again, he obeys. 
Though one of the boys has not finished. 

He walks up to Zayn, and gives him a punch right on the nose, which makes Zayn's head turn to the side. I whimper as I see the blood run down from his nose and make a little red pool on the floor. Zayn breathes in, and roughly takes his hand in mine and storm off. 

I hear the guy yelling "That was from my sister," while spitting after Zayn.

- "Are you alright!?" I say as Zayn tries to stop his nose from bleeding, with his now bloody sleeve.

- "Deserved it," he shrugs. He doesn't look angry anymore. 

- "Let's go find some paper towels for that," I say and then we walk upstairs hand in hand to try and find a bathroom.

Harry's POV

He kisses me again, rougher this time, his hands playing with my curls. I hold on to the sheets and tug at his shirt. He starts leaving kisses down my neck and bites my earlope.
I moan out his name and bite my lip in pleasure.
- "Louis!" 

I put my hand up under his shirt to feel his sizzling hot skin, while his mouth finds mine again. I pull my hand out and let it rest on his lower back right over his bum, pressing him down on me. I wanna be closer to him, and never let go.

I feel the hardness in his pants pressing against my own, and it makes me want him so bad. I let go of the sheets, and let my fingers travel down his back and slowly I take my hand down his pants and grip his warm hard member. He groans into my ear as I start to move my hand, closing his eyes and panting. 

Then the door opens.

Zoe's POV

Zayn is still bleeding into his sleeve, when we make it to a big light hallway. I open a random door, hoping it's a bathroom, but it's just an empty bedroom. I close the door again, and open the next one. 

I stop breathing when I see who's lying entangled on the bed, and so does Zayn. Harry and Louis both look terrified and both completely blush, as Harry pulls his hand out of Louis pants and they sit back up. I'm speechless so I just look at Zayn, who seems to have forgotten about his still bleeding nose. 

The I hear a chuckle from my left. I give Zayn a warning look, and he stops. 
"Are you.. Uhh, are you gay?" Zayn is the first to talk. He doesn't sound disgusted or anything, just a bit amused.

- "Well.. Yea, I guess," Harry says, scared to look me in the eyes.  
- "FUCK!" Louis yells out and kicks the bed.

I don't know what to say, and I don't want them to think I'm judging them either. I'm just shocked. 

"Look you can't tell anybody! Please," Harry looks at us pleading, but mostly at Zayn. 

"Of course not. Does anybody else know?" I finally come to my senses. I guess I find it quite cute actually.

"No, and nobody CAN know!" Louis seems pretty frustrated, and I regret choosing this door. 
Harry looks at Zayn, who now looks more uncomfortable than amused. Then he points at his bleeding nose and flee from the awkward situation to find the bathroom.

I walk over to sit next to them on the crumpled sheets. This explained how close they always were, but I just had no idea how close.

"If this get's out, my parents are gonna kill me," Louis looks terrified. 

"It's ok, Zayn's not gonna tell anybody," I smile at them to cheer them up, but it doesn't seem to work.

"And what about you? Are you ok with this?" Harry looks at me, shy, with his big emerald green eyes. His hair is tousled and some of the buttons in his shirt has opened. By Louis.

"Of course I can! That's what you have friends for, right?" There is a hidden message to my words, and I hope they notice. And give Zayn a second chance. 

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