Hurt

Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

When we got to the party, a cute, brown-haired guy about the same age as Zayn answered the door. He had on a loose white t-shirt and some blue jeans. He wore white converse. Him and Zayn shook hands and hugged. So did he and Harry. When he reached me, he introduced himself as Josh Devine. He was a part-time drummer for a small band called Smash and actually worked at the gas station where I had my little fight with Niall. He laughed and told me him and his workers could hear me a mile away. I turned a bright shade of red (Zayn had pointed that out and told me it was cute) and we stepped inside, Harry running right to the drink table and Zayn pulling me over to a group of his friends. They were all smoking.

The guys handed a cigarette to Zayn and Zayn eyed it hungrily. I squeezed his hand but he took it, taking out his lighter and anxiously sticking it in his mouth. He looked at me with a "sorry" look, but I didn't look back at him or give him and direct reaction. But I had to give him credit- he hadn't had a cigarette once today or yesterday, and he was probably dying to have at least one. He nudged me with his elbow and nodded over to the DJ. He was playing our favorite song, Thrift Shop by Macklemore. I laughed as Zayn took a puff of his cigarette, leading me to the dance floor. We danced for what seemed like forever, and Zayn kept taking puffs of his cigarette and blowing them above my head.

After about four songs, Zayn asked if I wanted a drink. I nodded and we walked over to where Harry was standing. Two plastic cups lay at his feet, and I was assuming that they were his. He was laughing with Josh and two other people, one a girl and one a nerdy-looking boy with tortise shell glasses and a plaid carpenter-style shirt. I soon learned that the girl's name was Perrie Edwards, and the man was her boyfriend, Lionel. Perrie was a part-time singer that sang with Josh and his band. When she wasn't singing, she was either hanging out at Lionel's house or working as a bartender down the street from her house.

Lionel was definitely a character and a half. When he took off those ugly glasses of his, he revealed a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes and his hair was light brown. He looked sculpted and muscular, but unfortunately, he was trying to grow out a beard. Perrie played with it a bit looking him straight in the eye while she massaged his stubble. Zayn eyed Perrie, but I nudged him. He rubbed his arm but didn't look down at me, obviously looking at something intently. After about five minutes, I noticed that it was Perrie's butt he was staring at.

"Fine, you want to play dirty?" I asked him as he immediately looked up. "Then let's play dirty."

I walked around the room. I could feel Zayn staring at me, his dark brown eyes watching every step I took, every move I made. I found a nice looking boy with some stubble on his face and a strong jaw line. He had a nice butt, maybe even better than Zayn's. I slapped it and when he turned around I gave a little wave. I saw a beer bottle in his hand, but it dropped to the floor when he wove back at me. His other hand was empty, why didn't he use it? But I looked him straight in the eyes and realized that he was so drunk he couldn't even pick up his left arm.

I ran away back to Zayn, and caught him staring down my shirt. My bra was showing a bit. "Stop it!" I said, slapping him. He gave me a sly smile. "So I guess 'playing dirty' didn't work out for you, did it?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Obviously not!" I said, looking back at the boy. He was awfully cute, but he was as drunk as a doornail.

I turned around and came face-to-face with another face full of smoke. Zayn still had that sly little smirk on his face as I tried to escape the cloud that was swarming around my head. "Calm down," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Let's go somewhere else. I need to tell you something important."

He lead me out the door and onto the sidewalk. There was snow covering the road, and a couple little raindrops starting to flow from the sky. "What?" I said. I started to shiver. "What could you possibly need to tell me?"

Zayn pushed me onto the brick wall and started to kiss me. My eyes were open but I soon closed them when I realized what was going on. His hands were against the wall, his arms around me, almost like a cage that enclosed me in his body. I turned my head so he would stop kissing me. But he just kissed me on my cheek... my neck... I took him by his hair and made him face me. "What are you doing?" I asked. He looked at me, confused. "What do you mean, 'what am I doing'? I am kissing my girlfriend, that's what I'm doing!"

"You kind of took me by surprise there!" I said, putting my right hand on my chest. I was breathing heavily, taken off guard by his passionate kiss.

"That's what I meant to do," he said, sounding a little angry. "God, Bella, I used to do this to you all the time! Remember?"

I stood in front of him like I had no idea what he was talking about. But I did.

He blew another breath of smoke my way and walked back inside. "I'm done, Bella," he said, flailing his arms around. "Tell me when you want to be my girlfriend again. Then I'll kiss you."

!

I sat on the slush, my dress getting wet. I sunk into a deep flashback.

It was the last night of summer. Zayn and I had been dating two months, and I had to go back to university soon. We were in my flat, and Zayn was having another cigarette. We were sitting together on my couch, talking about how much fun our last two months were together.

We had been absolutely inseperable. I had met his parents after one month of dating, and luckily, they had approved of me and agreed that Zayn was a lucky young man.

"You can't go back to university," he whispered quietly in my ear. I closed my eyes and took a huge breath. "I have to," I said, looking him in the eyes. They were the color of sweet dark chocolate. His eyelashes framed the width of his eyes perfectly, and they fluttered like butterfly wings each time he blinked. His light pink lips parted at my sentence, his white teeth showing as he blew out some more smoke.

His lips mashed into mine and I kissed him without question. We had kissed many times before, but not like this. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started to play with his hair, my fingertips ticking the top of his spine. I could feel his lips pull into a smile and I massaged his back. He took my face and kissed me gently, but it was perfect, because he was so passionate, but not too rough at the same time. I opened my eyes suddenly, and that was a mistake, because I caught him staring right back at me.

He let go for a second and got up.

"What's wrong?" I asked, immediately wanting more. He took out his iPod and scrolled down to find a song. When he found it, he flashed the iPod screen at me, revealing a whole new playlist. "Bella" it was called. It was a mixture of Frank Ocean, Ed Sheeran, and the Beatles.

He turned on "Lovecrimes" by Frank Ocean and started to kiss me again.

We didn't turn off the music, and we both lost our virginity that night.

I lay in bed at about 12:13 AM. I was on my back, and so was Zayn, but he was sleeping. My hand was entwined in his, his hand on top and mine on the bottom. I started to cry.

"Bella," Zayn said after he started to hear me cry. He came close to me, his body heat overwhelming. He looked at me, wiping a tear away from my cheek with his thumb. "What's the matter?"

I looked at him and I saw that there were tears in his eyes, too. "I never thought someone would love me as much as you do."

He smiled. A tear escaped his eye. "I love you to the moon and back," he said. He kissed me on the forehead. The whole time, our hands were entwined with each others, and we fell asleep again. I could tell we cried in our sleep, but we were happy.

I ran back into Josh's apartment and kissed Zayn with all my heart. I locked my legs around his and I could feel his hands running up and down my back.

"Bella?" I heard Zayn say from behind me. "What the fuck are you doing?"

My lips released. I looked at the person I was kissing right in the eyes.

It was Harry.