Baby Lips

Chapter 7

“Were you planning on avoiding me all night?” I heard a low voice grumble in my ear. His breath was slick with nicotine and alcohol, but his spicy cologne over powered it giving him a pleasant smell as he grasped my body. 

My heart pounded when I turned to meet his butterscotch eyes and his scruffy olive skin. His lips formed a smile and his pink tongue was poking out behind his white as snow teeth. I had to look away as I smiled. I was intimidated by Zayn’s good looks. 

“I’m not the best dancer,” he reached for my hand, his feeling warm as it wrapped around mine, “but by the looks of it, I’m sure you can teach me.” 

I glanced over to where Eleanor and Danielle had once stood, bobbing their heads to the music, but they were gone. Probably off with their boyfriends or dancing somewhere else. I looked back up at Zayn’s anxious face and smiled. 

“Let’s go.” I tugged on his hand as we weaved our way to the center of the dance floor. It may have helped that I was feeling a little buzz from the alcohol I had been drinking because with out it I would have never agreed to go ass-to-crotch with Zayn Malik. 

His hands snaked around my hips as he pressed out bodies closer together. I giggled and swiveled my hips to the slower beat of the fast paced song that seemed like it was intended for a work out video. His hot breath huffing on the back of my neck producing a tickle that waved from my ear down to my toes.  

He grasped my wrist and turned me to face him, our chests pressed together. I couldn’t tell if he was doing that on purpose, or that was the only way we would fit with all the people that swamped the floor. Our eyes met again for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. That’s when he did it again. He used his devious eyes to trace the outline of my lips causing my brain to shuffle in the wrong directions. 

“I should be heading home. It’s... it’s late.” I backed away from him, his eyes returning to mine. He pouted his lower lip in protest. I looked at it for a short while. It was slick from him just running his tongue over it giving it the look of a sweet pink candy that you desperately wanted to taste. I blinked back to reality when he pressed both of his lips together, waiting for me to go on. 

“I had a great time, really.” I said noticing his hand was still wrapped around my wrist. He squeezed it tight before speaking. 

“Please stay in touch, Scarlett.” His smile beamed at me as he released my hand from his grasp. But there was something about the way he said it, how it was low and slow and husky. Like was almost saying, “Please be my late night booty call when I’m drunk in Oxford some night in the future.”  

I would gladly do that for you Mr. Malik. 

I dodged and elbowed and zigzagged back out of the dancing mass of people and began to make my way back over to the partitioned VIP section. But as I scurried over I heard an obnoxious laugh coming from an annoying mass of curls. I gave a quick roll of my eyes before slowing down my pace, trying to study what Harry leaning his long torso against the bar.  

He was chatting up some blonde girl with a fake tan and an extremely low cut purple top, that looked about as well made as the weave that hung from her head. I couldn’t help the look of disgust that appeared on my face as I eyed the girl. I tossed my hair over my shoulder beginning my trek away from the pair, but halted when my mind gave birth to the best idea baby I’ve had... ever. 

My red lips twitched into a smirk, and I’m sure I looked somewhat similar to the Grinch Who Stole Christmas when he hatched his evil plot to ruin Whoville‘s holiday. I sprinted toward Harry, in a complete tizzy, like the world was ending and he was the only one who didn’t realize it.