Eve
I woke up to the sound of music and the coldness of Zayn's bed. As I swung my feet over the side of the bed I tried to make out the sound. Someone was playing music. Deciding to figure out what the noise is, I raced out of the bedroom and down the steps. The downstairs was dark, the only light illuminating from behind Zayn's dark brown curtains.
I peered into the kitchen seeing nothing of course, but the once fair sound of music became clear. The riff of a guitar, the rhythm of a drum, and the sweet oh sweet sound of a voice singing their heart out. I didn't recognize the voice but I was destined to find out who it belonged to. I made my way towards the door and gently twisted the nob and once it clicked i swiftly swung the door open and continued down the steps. I could hear the music clearly now but i couldn't make out the song. But I had decided in that moment when I reached the bottom of the steps and saw the beautiful brown haired boy who belt out the lyrics that it had become my favorite song.
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'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me
I had never seen this boy around but he looks so familiar to me. I had noticed Zayn standing beside him playing what seems to be like a bass, and two other boys playing a guitar and the drums. They were all fairly handsome and the more I looked at them the more I recognized them, except for the boy with the heavenly voice. He had on a pair of worn out jeans with holes on the knees and a white T-Shirt that had names written all over it. Tattoos trailed up and down his arms and his bright green eyes searched out for what seemed like nothing.
Snapping out of my daze I had realized the song was over and I cleared my throat directing my eyes towards Zayn. I immediately regretted it when everyone's eyes snapped in my direction. The beautiful boys green eyes gazing towards mine with confusion.
"Ah Eve I see you're up" Zayn spoke up setting his bass down and walking towards me. "Still in my sweater"
I looked down and noticed I did indeed still have his sweater on. Only his sweater.
"You're in a band?" I questioned finally speaking up deciding to ignore his statement about me having no pants on.
"Well yes actually" He motioned towards the guys.
"This is Niall" He pointed to the guy playing the drums."That's Matt" The guy playing the guitar smiled my way.
"And that's Harry" He waved towards the guy with the Angel voice. Harry looked me up and down and smirked noticing my bare legs.
"You didn't tell us you had a girlfriend Zayn?" Harry questioned. His voice was raspy and sounded very different than what I had heard from his singing. An accent was present in his voice but maybe if I actually attend any of my language and literature classes I could make out where it was from.
"Oh no me and Eve are just friends" Zayn spoke up.
"Eve" The boy Matt spoke up." What a beautiful name"
I blushed at his compliment and spoke a quick thank you.
"I have to get home soon before my parents flip" I directed towards Zayn and he nodded.
"Well where do you live? I could drop you off on my way home." Matt smiled and walked towards me.
"Beverly Hills" As soon as the words left my mouth their jaws dropped and eyes widened.
"What is a Beverly Hills girl doing all the way down here?" Harry chuckled and squinted his eyes at me.
"It's not like that. Eve is cool" Zayn smiled towards me and I returned the smile.
"Well I guess I could take her." Matt spoke up."I'm taking Harry home and he lives near there"
"I'd appreciate that" I smiled towards him and gave Zayn a quick wink. "I'll keep call you later"
I quickly paced up the two flights of steps and towards Zayn's bedroom. I slid on my dress and heels from last night. I also grabbed my phone and cigarettes off of Zayn's nightstand and made my way downstairs. I noticed the front door open and saw all of the boys outside. I took out a cigarette from my pack and stepped outside frowning when I realized I forgot my lighter.
"Need a light?" Harry appeared beside me and I nodded. "Didn't picture you as a girl who likes to smoke" I frowned at his honestly.
"Why's that?" He pulled out a lighter and lit the tip of my cigarette and I inhaled the strong addicting sent of my heaven.
"Maybe because you live in Beverly Hills" He chuckled. He began to walk towards a black van parked in Zayn's driveway and opened up the back and shoved in a guitar case and a couple amps.
"Not by choice" I mumbled and followed Harry to the passenger side of the van.
"Looks like you'll be sitting in the middle" He smirked and opened the door for me.
I slid into the middle and awkwardly waited for Harry and Matt to join me. As soon as they did Matt started up the car and turned to me.
"Glad to have you aboard" He leaned over me and fumbled with the radio. After a few seconds he settled with a song that I've heard at one of Joy's infamous parties. I had wondered if either of them knew Joy. I mean she was very popular in high school and considering she had parties almost every night they had to have attended at least one.
I leaned back against the seat and continued to take drags from my cigarette. The soft sound of the music accompanying my thoughts.
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It had already been about 20 minutes and we were fairly close to my neighborhood. The beautiful view of the beach and palm trees coming into view. I turned to see Harry staring out the window and tapping his fingers along to the beat of the song. It was a dubstep song and I'm positive I've never heard of it.
He was utterly beautiful to say the least. His soft curls that surrounded his face were a hazelnut brown and went along great with his evergreen eyes. He looked to be around my age maybe a few years older. I was only 17 and was in my last year of high school. An all girls Christian Boarding School to be exact.
I had been staring at the side of his face for so long I hadn't realized we pulled up to my house.
Matt and Harry's eyes widened for the second time they've met me at my house coming into view. As we pulled up towards the gate and the security panel came up I quickly told Matt the 9 digit code my parents scowled at me numerous times for giving out to friends. We were granted access when the gate opened and Matt quickly drove up the driveway. He pulled up to the front of my house and I signed at the realization that I was back at the place that I dreaded most.
"You guys can stay for awhile" I was definitely hoping they'd accept my offer. "My parents won't be home till later"
Matt gave Harry a questioning look while Harry just shrugged.
"We'd love to" Matt smiled and stepped out of the car.
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teenage dirtbag || h.s
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