Sadie’s POV
I was dancing with Zayn in the living room. I was dancing a little too provocatively. I didn’t notice until the last people left the room. I turned to face Zayn and smiled.
“They’re gone” he whispered in my ear. He picked me up suddenly and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He laid me on the couch and landed on top of me. My hands were in his hair and his were on my waist.
“Oh, come on!” Liam shouted walking in the room. Zayn sat up and I stood. I smiled at Zayn and pushed passed my stupid brother and went into the kitchen. I walked in while Cara and Kayleigh were leaving. I hopped up on the counter and grabbed the tequila from Harry.
“Hey!” he yelled trying to take it back.
“No!” I said yanking. We were fighting over the bottle and soon we were both covered in it. “Look what you did!” I said sadly tipping the bottle over and two drops coming out.
“It’s ruined!” He whined. We were drenched in tequila. It was a sticky mess. He shook his hair out and tequila sprayed all over the kitchen. “Hey!” Lucy squealed ducking and running from the kitchen. Harry and I just laughed. I hopped down from the counter and slipped in the puddle under me. I reached out for something to steady myself with. I probably shouldn’t have picked the only one drunker than me to help. I pulled Harry down with me and I smashed my knee on the floor and he cracked his elbow on the counter. It should’ve hurt but, we couldn’t stop laughing. Zayn appeared in the doorway.
“Alright, ya drunks” Like he had any room to talk, just because he could handle his alcohol better than us didn’t mean he didn’t drink just as much. He helped me up and then Harry and we left the mess for someone else to clean. We walked into the living room and Lucy was on Niall’s back and he was running around quacking. Louis and Kayleigh were sitting in the couch, her legs draped over his and they were deep in conversation, or were they making out? I couldn’t tell. Cara was with Bella and Liam; they were drinking straight vodka and were rolling around on the floor, pretending they were mermaids. Harry went to join them. I looked at Zayn and he smiled.
“You like me, don’t you, manly man!” I said grabbing his arms and feeling his muscles.
“I do!” he said smiling. He went to dip me and kiss me but forgot I was all wet and sticky and dropped me flat on my back. I laughed as he wiped his hands on the wall, trying to dry them. I was going to be very bruised in the morning.
I rolled over and looked around, so much for remembering tonight. Harry got up and changed the music; he turned it up way loud. I could feel the bass in my belly button. It got me really hyper and I stood up and jumped around, Cara joined me and soon we were on the table, dancing. She stepped too far back and fell off onto Harry. He groaned but rolled over and was pleasantly surprised. She laughed and hobbled off to the bathroom. Zayn pulled me off the table and danced with me on the ground, I was passed the point of being able to dance. The sexy me was out the door. Zayn didn’t think so; he pushed me against the wall and started kissing my collarbone one hand on the wall, the other on my lower back. I’m sure he was enjoying this more than usual since there was tequila all over me. He moved both his hands to my waist and picked me up again. I giggled as he carried me to his room he put me on the bed. I put up one finger and motioned him closer. He climbed over me and kissed me again and again. After a little while of making out he fell asleep on top of me. I didn’t have enough strength to push him off, so I fell asleep. I woke up because I couldn’t breathe. I opened my eyes and Zayn was still on top of me. I pushed as hard as I could and he didn’t wake up. His crotch was right above my knee. Perfect. I jerked it up once, sharply. His eyes flew open and he rolled off and put his face in the pillow. “You are a stone cold bastard.” I thought I heard before I fell back asleep. I woke up to a voice in my ear.
“Time to get up, sleepy!” Louis said. I rolled over to wake up Zayn, but he was gone. I sat up and almost puked. “Woah there, not too quick.” He said holding my hand with one hand and his cool fingers on my neck. He helped me stand up slowly. “Let’s try not to puke on the floor, okay? Lucy and Harry beat you to it…” he said half laughing. How was he not hung over? I walked into the kitchen and there he was, his head on the breakfast bar and his hands folded in his lap. I walked over and kissed him on the forehead.
“Morninging” he mumbled. I walked over to the cupboard and stepped in something cold.
“Ew!” I said trying to jump back. My foot peeled off the ground slowly and I fell on my butt. “Ow!” Zayn came over.
“You okay?” I nodded and he pulled me to my feet. My hands and feet were sticking to everything. I yanked my hands off of Zayn’s.
“What is this?” I complained. All of the memories of last night flooded back to my memory. It was the damn tequila… I reached up to touch my hair. It was a big clump of sticky mess. It was going to be hell to get out. “You know what?” I said. “I’m going to get rinsed off and then clean this up. I walked back into the boy’s room and found Harry looking in the mirror at his sticky hair. “It’s tequila” I said and pulled him out to the lake. We jumped in and I tried to get as much sticky off as I could. I raced him back inside to get in the shower first. I won, he was too hung-over. I pulled at the sticky mess of my hair for a good thirty minutes before Lucy came in, laughed, and pushed my head under the sink to wash it. We really shouldn’t be allowed to drink together…
