FALLING FOR HIM (Zayn Malik fanfic)

Chapter 7

The night turned high. Music was at it's best. My head was pounding hard, because of that single sip of cherry vodka. I wonder how do these people bear it, my throat still hurts. My vision was blurring constantly. My legs hurt too, I don't actually know since how long have we been dancing. It's almost midnight.

"Harry? I want something to drink. Can you get me some?" I ask while dancing with him.

" Ya babe, what do you want? Blue lagoon or cherry vodka?" He laughs.

"Harry... " I groan.

"Okay.. I understand. Still want blue lagoon. I'll get it." He says and walks away.

He returns back with a bourbon and blue lagoon.

"Are you sure, you still want it Babe?" He points my drink.

"Yes!" I groan.

We gulp our drinks and start the dance again. The nightclub is more crowded now, so Harry takes me to a little less crowded place, the music sounds clear. It's my favorite song, titanics title track by Celine Dion. I couldn't stop myself and start muttering.

With every rhythm and beat Harry scoots closer. Within no time, I find myself inches to him. His hands are wrapped tightly around my waist, I want to leave but the thought of Jenna still being in there, hits me and I decide to stay and dance. My hands are loosely tucked around his neck and by the end of the song, we are closer than ever.

His green eyes lock against my blonde ones. His hand moves down my back and he pulls me even closer, removing an inch gap between our chests and I jerk away.

"What?" He asks.

"I wanna go back." I tell him.

"Okay. Just one last dance." He begs and I allow.

He goes to Dj and asks him to play a song that I don't seem to know. I know nothing of this song, nor beats neither lyrics. How can I dance, if I don't know the song? It start to play and Harry returns with a smirk on his face. I doubt, if he is planning something too feisty.

"Harry? Why are you laughing?" I ask.

"Nothing babe! It's the last dance for tonight, so I want it to be a marvel. Besides, I wanna make up for my mistake. And hope that you might change your mind about dating." He explains while tightening his grip over my waist.

"That won't happen Harry, I won't ever change my mind." I raise my eyebrows at him.

He scoots closer and pulls me to his chest again. Our heads almost touching. His green sparkling eyes lock into my blonde ones. He lifts his head and digs into my neck. My vision is now total blur, my subconscious doesn't seems to mock me anymore, and my throat is still hurting so I can't even speak. I want harry to maintain the distance but I just couldn't.

Within minutes, the song is turning low and he again lifts his head, I assume he is again going to dig in my neck, well that's okay, he aint doing anything.

Because of blurred vision, I don't know exact things, but this time he ain't digging in my neck, I can't feel his skin over my neck. What the hell is he doing then?

I shake my head, he removes his hands from my waist and cups my cheeks with them. At sudden, I don't realize what's happening. But after a moment, i feel his cold, bourbon lips touching mine. The feeling is awkward, I jerk away and swat his chest with full force. He hits the wall and I end up falling on the floor.

How could he possibly do that? Who does he thinks of himself? How and why did he just do that? He is just a jerk, a total prick. I shouldn't have agreed to be alone with him. All the negative thoughts were correct. I knew, something will end up really bad. But I didn't expected it from Harry. We were going so well, then why did he choose to ruin the night? Seriously, Don't i deserve to be happy? Harry, I'm gonna kill you!!! I swear.