The Cheeky Bitch (A 1D fanfic)

Cheeky Tease

Lexi's POV:

"Give in Lexi. You know you want too" Zayn said moving a strand of hair away from my face. 

Oh my goodness, I just wanted to kiss him then and there! The sexual tension between us was at a ridiculous level. Oh my god I needed to release this tension but I couldn't do it.

I wasn't going to cave into Zayn Malik. It's exactly what he wanted but if you ask anyone who knows me, they would know how incredibly stubborn I am. I couldn't cave in. I wouldn't.

"Nope, sorry pretty boy." I smirked pushing Zayn off of my and standing up. For some reason I seemed much more sober than I should've felt. If there are two things you should know about me it's that I'm insanly stubborn and that I am an expert at staying sober even when I'm wasted.

He stood up and kept walking towards me then put his hand on my hips. "Why are you fighting this. You want it, so just cave." He said seductively.

I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there but no. I couldn't give him that type of satisfaction.

"Nope" I said then noticing his bulge in his pants. "I think you should have some private time with your right hand to fix that problem" I giggled as I heard him huff. "Nighty night Zayn" I blew him a kiss before hearing the bedroom door slam shut.

Oh I was getting to him. Maybe some shut eye would do us both some good. I hugged as I threw my heels to the side and grabbed one of the couch pillows and placed it under my head. I lied down on the couch and covered myself with a small throw blanket.

It might not be a King size bed, but I rather not sleep there with Zayn doing his buisness over there.

***

"GET UP HOESKI!" I heard someone scream. Fucking Tommo. From the shock of the shout I rolled over and fell face first on the ground. I groaned in pain.

"Get up, Lex, we gotta move!" A familiar Irish accent yelled. 

I turned around to see 3 boys standing there. Niall, Louis and Lam. "I'm up, I'm up." I sighed and stood up straightening out the now completly crumpled dress.

"Aren't those the clothes from last night?" Liam asked.

I nodded. "After Zayn and I got back, Zayn was drunk off his arse and I fell asleep here. I don't remember how I got here" I said not wanting to tell them the truth.

The boys nodded in understanding as Louis just rubbed his temples with his fingers. "You okay Lou?"

"No, I feel like shit"

"You shouldn't drink so much"

"You drank just as much as me except you didn't pass out!"

"I can hold my liquor dear" I smiled. "Okay let me get dressed i'll meet you in the lobby?"

"Yup, but hurry we need to get on the road" Liam instructed. I nodded and then they left the hotel room.

I grabbed my heels and walked into the bedroom where to my surprise there was no sign of Zayn. Infact the bed was even made and his luggage was gone. Weird.

I grabbed some clothing from my bag and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and as it heated up, I took a look in the mirror. I looked like death. My hair was a mess, my eyeliner was smudge and lipstick was halfway up my cheeck, gross.

I jumped into the shower and gave my hair and body a good scrub. I closed the water and dried my self off. I grabbed a bra and knickers set along with some baclshorts and a simple green tanktop.