Forbidden

Chapter seventy-nine

Songs for the chapter: Twenty one pilots - Can't help falling in love (cover)
Shawn Mendes - Life of the party
Avril Lavigne - Goodbye

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The dinner's party music has full volume now and Louis has joined Alice and I at the buffet tables, where I'm stuffing my mouth with strawberries, the tips glazed with chocolate.

"You have something on your chin," Louis said loudly smiling widely, his hair is in a cinnamon-roll like quiff, and in a dark blue suit that went well with his eyes.

I wipe it off with my finger then lick it.

"Classy," he chuckled, I roll my eyes with a smile then shrug.

We stroll to the clear area that was for dancing purposes after eating and dance a little with Alice.

Since it's been quite a while that Zayn said he would be back, we had still been stealing glances here and there, that when I seen him at those tables where he had been attending business with a young woman, I frown quickly. She's obviously flirting with him and he doesn't seem bothered by that.

Sent: Are you anywhere near of being done? I don't even hide my displeased face staring at him. He excused himself from that girl for a slight second and smirked cockily at me when he saw the text then looked down and types in whatever.

I jump slightly when my phone vibrates on my hand because I was too busy glaring at the girl who is curiously staring at him.

Zayn: Yeah, aren't you enjoying yourself? 

He doesn't stare at me after he sent that, but he does look uncomfortable from the sudden touchy hands of the foreign women. She's leaning to him and brushing non-existing fuzzles from his jacket.

This bitch.

Sent: Not as much as you it seems. I bitterly send back. He doesn't reply because she's talking his ear off. Zayn couldn't look any more uninterested but that slut doesn't take the hint. I don't even feel sorry for thinking this way about her.

Sent: Zayn make her get her slutty hands from you or I'll do it by yanking her hair and clawing her eyes out.

His eyes widen at my text, he even laughs, the idiot, then his gaze averts to me, Zayn: You look so hot when you're angry. He's biting his lip at me but I quirk my eyebrow at him, glowering and tapping my feet impatiently.

Zayn: She's the one throwing herself at me. I'm trying to be polite by declining her offer to dance.

I gape and hold the phone closer to see if I'm reading it right. Is he serious?

Sent: You're allowing it! And since when are you so nice? But fine. I should find someone I can be polite with too :) I shake my head, glaring at my white i-Phone. I know he's purposely irking me but he shouldn't tease me with this, not after how unsettled I am because of his odd behavior the whole day. One time he's cold and grumpy then he's flirty and charming and now he's teasing.

Zayn: No, you won't. I could just hear his possessive tone and he immediately gets away from her, not even telling her anything, just straight up ignoring her, that wasn't too difficult now, was it? Then he's staring at me from afar with a gentle stare. I huff and break eye-contact.

Sent: Did you just do that because you like to hurt me? Maybe the alcohol was speaking but as mentioned, I didn't care.

Then I get a few texts back but I was too upset to look at them, walking to a more secluded area and sulking there. While playing with my hair, I dare a look at him, he just waits patiently for me, tilting his head a time at me in a silent plead with those puppy eyes. He's found my weakness and that is when he uses puppy eyes.