Half-Truths [hs, mc, zm, nh, lt +]

Chapter Six

*Zayn's POV*

Her hands drift up into my hair, tangling them into it. She tugs on my hair a little and I let out a groan.

My hands slide up her back and I can feel her melt into me. I smirk into her lips. I flip her around so that I have her pressed up against the wall instead. I grip onto her waist even more. The feel of her pressed up against me is enough to drive me crazy.

"T I swear to- holy shit!" I hear someone say behind us. I pull away and see Trish's friend smirking at us.

I look down at Trish, who's obviously embarrassed.

"Heyyyy Maeeee!" She says sheepishly, quickly trying to fix her lipstick. She only gets laughter in response.

"It's only been an hour and your already making out with someone!" Her friend says. Mae I think? She looks awfully familiar.

Trish glances at me, gives me a tiny wave goodbye and gets pulled into the crowd by Mae. I watch as they leave, wiping my mouth.

Then it hits me. It's not Mae, it's Emma. A couple years ago, I was at this very underground club. I had already had a couple of drinks, so I wasn't fully sober. I had just ordered another drink when she sat down beside me and we started chatting. One thing lead to another and we had hooked up.

I make my way to the bar and see the very same brown haired man Trish and Emma were with. Niall, his name was.

He ordered a Guinness, I could tell by the way the drink fizzed. I tapped his shoulder lightly and he turned around.

"Hello?" He says, confused.

*Niall's POV*

I watch as Zayn gets up, takes Jay's hand and leads her towards the large crowd. Emmy sees me watching and rubs my back.

"She'll be fine, Ni. I promise." She says. I take a drink of my Guinness.

"Hopefully. Jay's like a sister to me." Emmy nods her head.

"I know. She's the same to me." I look at her as she says that, a slight smile on my face.

I take another drink of my Guinness, getting lost in my own thoughts.

"I'm going to find Jay and Zayn, okay?" Emmy's voice pulls me out of my daydream and I look at her, nodding.

"Alright have fun." I say in return. She smiles, gets up and disappears into the crowd.

I look down at the bar table and see Zayn left his booklet, so I try and move it out of the way of all the drinks.

The flap of the book flutters open and what I see shocks me to the core, making my blood run cold.

Next victim: Trish Styles

Height: 57.5

Age: 21

Born: July 16th

Number: 1785