Soft Spot (Zayn Malik)

XI (Part II)

Chapter XI, Part II: Rainy Nose Kisses

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The rest of the night was spent dancing and hanging out by the foods section with Aeanne, Josh, and Tom. It was already eleven o'clock, exactly an hour before the event is done, and the crowd was still wild, the majority of them swaying and fist-pumping to the loud music that the DJ was playing.

I was actually surprised that Zayn hasn't approached me all night, but I didn't care. I caught him take quick, sweet glances at me from time to time, but I was far too busy dancing on the dance floor with the three people that actually matter in my life. I was just happy that I can finally fall asleep tonight, knowing that he's alright. He got skinnier though, but I guess that's the effect of hollering at different French girls and having all sorts of females wrapped around your fingers.

Aeanne and Josh decided to sit on the chairs because the short one has been complaining about how her feet has been killing her from constantly dancing and standing up whilst wearing the five-inch heels that she got from my shoe rack. Sharing the mutual feeling, Tom and I followed suit, grabbing ourselves a cup of fruit punch - the one that Harry Styles cheekily poured alcohol on - and a plate full of chocolate fudge brownies.

"These brownies are good." I hummed appreciation before taking a seat besides Aeanne.

"Tonight was fun, guys!" She chirped, taking a piece of brownie from my plate.

"Definitely." Josh smiled as he entwines his fingers with Aeanne.

JC and a red-haired girl that goes to Rosewood, whose name was Jaimie, joined us a few moments later, both of them looking like they gulped down the whole punch bowl with alcohol mixture. JC's face was a deep red and Jamie struggled to keep him on his feet, though she was wobbling herself as well.

"Aeanne!" JC greeted with the same exact charming grin, "you look pretty tonight."

"I can say the same about you," Aeanne giggled, "it seems like you need to sit down for a little."

"Take a seat before you fall on your bum, JC." I spoke, placing my brownie-filled plate on the table before helping Jaimie and JC sit without hurting themselves. Both of them constantly looked at each other and laughed at nothing, causing all of us to giggle from the contagious laughter.

"You're right, Aeanne," JC slurred, "I wouldn't regret coming tonight."

"Not exactly my words, but you're welcome." Aeanne laughed.

"We should all take a picture at the photobooth!" Jaimie clapped enthusiastically.

"I don't think eight would fit," Tom chuckled, "and I wouldn't suggest trying it. We'll take a picture when someone isn't drunk." He playfully gave a threatening look at JC and Jaimie, who just shrugged innocently.

"Oh my God, I like this song!" Jaimie bobbed her head and raised her hands up at the music, causing all of us to burst out in another fit of laughter.

The redhead got up from her seat and faced her behind in front of JC, who - even though drunk - had his innocent eyes wide opened and a confused smile crept on his face. Jaimie started shaking her bum in front of JC, earning coos from Josh and Tom, who both received a heavy smack from Aeanne and I. They just looked at us and put their hands up, though we all continued on watching Jaimie. She was doing bodyrolls and grinding her hips on the beat of Take You Down by Chris Brown. She had one of her hand on her neck while the other was on her knee, hips were grinding to a motion that would seem inviting to other guys.

Aeanne and I exhanged weird looks, wondering why on Earth would the DJ play songs like these, when we specifically told him to keep the tracks clean. When we took a look at our circle, Josh and Tom were laughing their asses as JC finally gathers the courage to place his hands on Jaimie's waist, eyes furrowed and bottom lip tucked in between his lip.