Last Night | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner {COMPLETED}

S i x t y - S i x

I hope you vote for the last one because it kind of the reason I don't update one right after another— this one might be steamy :D Don't hate me for this!

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You're my favorite entertainer
I watch you, I laugh with fuck with you
Don't you take me for a fool
In this game I own the rules

Entertainer - ZAYN

Kendall Jenner's mind

(8:20 PM Friday)

"Are you sure you don't want a drink?" Zayn asked me, lifting up his cup. I shook my head politely. I wasn't just listening to nick because I was scared of him or anything, I just knew that I had to control myself.

I knew it would be better to just tell Zayn that I was pregnant, but I also had something in mind. Something Nick said to me.

"I feel so stupid with you," Zayn suddenly slurred out. 

I squinted, not getting what he was saying. 

"I mean, for the whole night you haven't had a sip of alcohol," he said, making me nod uncomfortably. "I've had ten bottles too much. What's up with you, are you not comfortable with me?"

I let out a nervous chuckle, "Oh, no, I feel totally comfortable with you."

He scoffs as he takes another sip of his beer, "You know I can smell that sarcasm from here," he said, making me laugh. "It's so sugar-coated," he continued. "Why don't we leave for somewhere more private?" he offered, making me gulp. 

I looked around, "I don't know why we should..."

I caught Nick's eye, but he was talking with Dua. 

Zayn snaked his hands around my waist and I looked at him. He had a glint of excitement in his eyes, but his face didn't show any of it. This man was mysterious.

"What— what're you doing?" I stammered as he blindly lead me upstairs. "There isn't a party upstairs—"

"I know, and I know what I'm doing. I'm sure you do, too..."

I gulped the lump in my throat, "Can we— um..."

"No. Just be quiet," he said, making me quite offended. I bet he saw my face because he quickly leaned in, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shut you out like that—"

"It's fine," I said, as I got out of his grip, sitting down on the bed. We were in the guest bedroom. How the hell did we get here?

You were distracted by the whole eye-contact thing, you didn't even realize the fact that you're not wearing your crop-top jacket anymore.

I looked down and saw my bare shoulders, making the lump in my throat rigid.

Zayn closed the door and turned to me, unbuttoning his sleeves. He had a smirk on his face. "What?" he asked, seeing the look I was giving him. "You didn't think I wouldn't suggest it?"

The smirk on his face was lingering as he moved in on me. I was trapped, unable to move without giving him the impression that I wasn't wanting him.

He turned to the beside and opened one of the drawers. There was an impressed look on his face as he pulled out a whiskey bottle. Oh my God, how many more is he gonna drink?

"Want a cuppa?" he said to me, making me shake my head violently. Was this a common thing? 'Cause the last time I checked, I heard that it was only used with cups of tea being offered, and definitely not whiskey.