Soft Spot (Zayn Malik)

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Chapter X: Baby, I Need You Now

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~Zayn's POV~

Niall and I pushed through the crowd of sweaty and intoxicated teenagers, heads already bobbing from the catchy beat of dubstep music. I've always loved this place, but it holds a whole new meaning with my best mate here.

"I knew you'd be back!" A familiar blonde bimbo approached me, a cup of alcohol in her hands. She wrapped her arms around me and started swaying to the beat of the music, all the while gently nipping on my neck.

"Marie," I whispered, gently pushing her away from me, "you're drunk, babe, I think it's time for you to go home."

"Zaynie!" She laughed, playfully hitting my chest. "Don't be ridiculous! I never thought I'd see you again, and here you are now!"

"I'm here almost every week, Mar'." I sighed, taking the cup away from her, "let's take a seat, you're drunk as fuck."

I handed the cup of alcohol to Niall, who was following me to an isolated booth. I forced Marie to sit on the red leather booth, groaning when she attempted to take my black button-up shirt off. I pried on her wrist, putting her arms behind her and mouthing 'behave' as I struggle to force her to stay put.

"Zaaaaayn," she whined, trying to wriggle away from my grasp, "Zaynie, let me go, please, I want more drink. Would you buy me Vodka? Oh my gosh! I love this song!"

"Behave." I growled, "I won't buy you anymore drinks, Mar', I think you've had enough."

"Well, heeeey! Who do we have here?" She purred, licking her lips as she stares down Niall's body, "your buddy's hot."

"This is my best friend, Niall." I pointed at Niall with my free hand, then wriggled my finger at Marie, who's still trying to get away from me, "and Niall, this is Marie. She's not naughty when she isn't drunk."

"Seems like she's a horny drunk." Niall winked at Marie, laughing.

"That's not funny." I frowned.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Niall shook his head.

I just looked at him, unsure of what to say. Marie and I didn't have anything serious going on, except for the intimate nights that we shared when we got drunk, which was most of the time. She's a great girl and I felt bad about using her like that, but when we're both drunk, that doesn't seem to be an option. We weren't anything serious - like boyfriend and girlfriend thing - but then again, how can I take anyone else seriously when my thoughts are wrapped around Arvina almost all the time?

"Something like that." I pursed my lips before facing the bimbo again.

Marie Collins isn't too bad. She's a half French, half English, girl who grew up in Malvern. She has a blonde hair that extends up to her waist and a pale skin that went along with her green eyes. She's about 5'5 in height and often wore mini-skirts and dresses. You'd compare her to Alizia Greene, only she's better. She's a first year college student when she isn't in clubs and getting drunk, who also works at a cafe to pay off her tuition. I found Marie when I got drunk my first month here in Paris, in this same exact club, and I woke up in her flat the next day. We weren't sure if anything happened between us the first night that we were together, but the following nights after that, we were sure our relationship was going to be filled with sex.

"Will I be going home with Zaynie tonight?" She smirked, wrapping her legs around my body.

"Marie, babe," I finally let go of her, but only to take her legs off my waist, "behave, please."