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CHAPTER ONE

Luella ~

"Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!" My best friend Taylor shouts.

We were at a club that's around the corner from Tay's house. My long, brown hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail at the back of my head. I had a tight, red dress on which hugged my curves perfectly. The dress ended mid thigh and had no straps, yet I was still sweating in it. The club was filled with sweaty bodies grinding up on each other to the loud banging of the music, it was so loud I couldn't hear my own thoughts. The red lights really adding to the club vibe.

I pick up my shots and down them quickly, feeling the burn of the liquid going down my throat. We're on our fifth round of shots and I'm definitely starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol in my system.

"Is this seat taken?" a deep voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I look over and see a tall, tanned male in front of me.

"Uh-um... n-no it's not" I stutter. I've never been good with talking to strangers, and men in general. They scare me, especially because of...him.

"Great" He smiles cheekily. " I'm Zayn. Zayn Malik. And you are?"

"Luella. Luella Rivers." I smile politely.

"Well it's lovely to meet you, Luella Rivers" He winks.

We make small talk for a few minutes, although it was mostly him asking me questions. He seems like a very secretive guy. He offers to buy me a drink which I kindly decline, claiming I've already had too many. We exchange numbers and I decide it's best to go find taylor. I get up from my seat and start looking for her, pushing my way through the dancing bodies.

As I'm walking I bump into something, or someone. Falling onto the floor landing with a quiet "humph"

"Look where you're fucking going." the man spat, annoyance clear in his voice.

I look up and see the man, green eyes glaring into mine. His brown curls were pushed back, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. He was wearing a black shirt along with black, skin tight jeans. This man looked like he was made in heaven. Perfectly chiseled face, his body perfectly muscular. And god, his arms. Tattoos scattered on his arms in the most perfect way. My eyes trail down his landing on his hands. God his hands. The rings he wore complimenting his fingers. All i can think about is how skillful they must be, the things they could do-

"Like what you see?" He smirks,dimples popping out. His eyes trailing down my body, watching me like I'm his prey.

"No." i huff. Getting up and straightening out my dress. Walking away i hear a shout:

"Nice ass!" the man shouts. I turn around and put my middle finger up, flipping him off.

"Ella! There you are, I've been looking for you for ages. Where did you go?" taylor shouts over the music

My mind travels back to the green eyed man. That stupid smirk of his, those stupid dimples, that massive fucking ego of his. I hate him. No, I despise him.

"Ella?" Taylors voice brings me back to reality.

"Yeah I'm fine, let's go home. I'm starting to get tired.

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"What did i fucking tell you luella?! You're nothing. You are fucking nothing and thats all you'll ever be. Just a bit of shit at the bottom of my shoe." He shouts. Breath smelling like cheap vodka. He always finds something to shout at me about, even if it's not my fault.

My eyes stinging with tears as I try blinking them away. Listening to every insult he throws at me, starting to believe them all. It's all I'll ever be. Nothing. I don't deserve to be happy, I deserve everything I'm getting. It's all my fault. If only I was good enough.