"Looks like Zayn wants you,Maya," Leanne chuckles. She leans against the wall of the ballroom.
I take another sip of my drink, "And who may that be?"
My bestfriend subtly points towards a man who looks to be around 5'9" with jetblack hair which has been spiked up. He is dressed in a well-fitted black suit and staring directly into my eyes.
"He probably just thinks I'm someone else. Who is he anyways?" I ask.
"Hmm, I don't know. Zayn Malik? A fifth of the most popular boyband? We went to highschool with him? He was the hot kid in year 12 when we were in year 11"
"Oh, I remember him." I reply carelessly.
I faintly remember seeing him around my highschool. Zayn Malik had always been the bad boy of Bradford. Always getting into fights. treating women as if they were dolls that he could use and then throw away. I had heard from a few gossiping mouths that he lived in London now, as did I. I know that I'm probably only one of the hundreds of girls he'd looked at that way tonight.
"He's coming this way, you know?" Leanne snaps me out of my thoughts.
"Bloody hell. I dont want anything to do with him! You know how he treats girls!" I say, walking off into the crowd. Leanne's quiet laugh behind me.
When I arrive at my desired destination, which happens to be the ballroom bathroom, I decide to re-touch my makeup and hope that Zayn has moved on to the next girl after realizing that I am not interested.
As I apply the last bit of my makeup, my red lipstick, the door of the washroom opens.
"Oh my Lord! You scared me!" I scowl at the unwelcomed figure in front of me.
"Sorry, Love. It seemed as if you were trying to get away from me? Am I mistaken?" Zayn asks.
"No, actually you were absolutely right. I was trying to get away from you," I bitterly smile and attempt to step out of the washroom.
He blocks my way before asking his next question, "our convorsation just began, are you really trying to end it so quickly?"
I don't have time for this. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid. It disgusts me that he thinks he can get any girl he wants.
"You're a disgusting pig, a womanizer, so excuse me if I want nothing to do with the likes of you."
He places his right hand over his heart, faking hurt. "That hit me really hard," he chuckles.
I can't help but roll my eyes. "Please let me leave Zayn."
But he doesn't move. "Oh, you know my name, do you?"
His ignorance is becoming humorous now. "We went to highschool together. You know? Before you became rich and famous.Maya Carter? I was in year eleven, and you were in year twelve," I frown reminicing the unfortunate events of highschool, "you threw my science notebook into a puddle, remember?"
"Oh that was you? Damn, you have turned into quite the beauty," his raspy voice fills the room.
Zayn's dark eyes peer into mine, it is hard for me to move. I suppose this is the reason he is so popular with the ladies. He sweeps my long black hair behind my ears, then leans down to kiss me. It is a hard kiss at first but gradually beomes gentle. His hands are resting on my hipbones as his tongue asks for entance which is given to him.
The kiss is amazing, although it's the last thing I want. Despite my counscious effort to push him away from me, my body is left frozen. As time progressed I begin to enjoy the feeling of his lips on mine.
After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped to catch a breath.
"This is so incredibly wrong." I whisper breathlessly.
His left hand is now running through my long black hair while the other is occupied by searching the waist of my emerald green dress. His lips run along my jawline causing me to lose direction of right and wrong once again.
"Love, if this is wrong I don't ever want to know the meaning of right," he says inbetween kisses. The tips of his quaffed ebony hair tickling my cheeks before he pulls me closer and begins working against my lips like before.
I slighlty pull back to look into his dark orbs with my amber ones.
"Zayn Malik, do you realize the trouble I would be in if anyone were to discover our whereabouts right now?" I whisper, still breathless from the events before.
"It's a risk I'm willing to take, babe."
"Zayn. This is wrong. I can't do this."
"Why's that love?" He steps back, his hands still on my hips.
"I have a boyfriend."
"And I a girlfriend." He says nonchantly.
I hold my face in frustration. "No Zayn, I have a loving boyfriend who has been by my side through thick and thin. I can't throw two years of loyalty away for this... for you!"
His heavy hands pull my frustrated ones away from my face. "Has anyone ever taught you how to live, babe?" He whipsered.
Zayn is so close to me, our bodies nearly joined together. Once again, I become speachless. How is he doing this to me? How is he affecting me in this alienated way? Why haven't I felt this with Jacod, my boyfriend, before?
It is as if he knows the meaning of my silence.
"Babe, I promise to teach you," Zayn whispers into my ear. I notice him slip a small note into my shimmering golden clutch.
A few second pass and he's gone. My body finally relaxes and I slip onto the tiled floor.
This can not be happening. I did not just cheat on my boyfriend of two years.
I did not just kiss Zayn Malik.
He did not make my feel better than Jacob has in the past.
But unfortunately, it is happening.
Authors Note:
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