Rock Me (A Zayn Malik/One Direction Story)

Rock Me (A Zayn Malik/One Direction Story) 6

Rain

     “DANCE TIME!” Becs yelled, grabbing my arm, forcing me to tear my eyes away from Zayn’s. I let my self be sandwiched between Hails and Becs for the first few songs and pulled every which way after that, dancing at least one song with each of my friends who had shown up to celebrate with me. I was dancing between Liam and Niall, doing some ridiculous dance moves that Louis had taught me when trouble brewed.

     “Hayley,” Brad snapped, yanking her away from where she was doing the sprinkler with Harry. “We’re leaving. Now.” His eyes darkened, he clearly was drunk. Again.

“Brad! We’ve been here for two hours, it’s my best friends birthday, and we aren’t going anywhere.” Hails said, trying to yank away.

“Listen here, bitch, I didn’t want to be here, you begged me to make an appearance and promised that we would spend the rest of the night together and now I want my reward.” He snapped, squeezing her arm so hard she yelped.

“HEY! Let go of her,” Liam snapped, pulling Brad’s grip off of Hails, causing her to stumble into Becs and my embrace.

“She’s mine, you stay out of it, fag.” Brad said, starting towards Liam. I signaled to a bouncer who immediately intervened and asked what I wanted him to do.

“Dump him on his ass outside and make sure he can’t get back in.” Hails said, her voice growing stronger with each word. “Get the hell out of my life and stay out of it.” She spat, glaring at Brad who just pushed out of the crowd, calling Hayley names on the way. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…that shouldn’t have…”

“Hush. I’m just glad you came to your senses and dropped the bastard.” I said, brushing it off. I looked over to where the DJ had stopped the music and noted that everyone’s stares were not helping Hails. “Well? What are you waiting for? We’re just clearing the party of those who can’t keep up! Put the music up!” I yelled, catching Hails grateful smile.

“I think this calls for shots.” Becs laughed, dragging us over to the bar where she used her fake ID to get a tray of shots and an entire bottle of tequila to go with it.

“HUNTER!” I screamed, seeing Hunter Hayes dancing with Niall, Louis, and El. “COME DRINK WITH US!” Hunter complied, dragging the others with him. I made my way over to where Zayn was sitting, chatting with someone I didn’t know.

I plopped down on his lap and poured myself a shot. Hunter jokingly sang ‘Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off’ while joining me in taking shots. Once we were all satisfactorily drunk I dragged Zayn out to the dance floor and immediately grinded on him. I heard his moan as I felt him push against me.

“You really shouldn’t do this to me.” Zayn huskily breathed into my ear, dropping his hands to my hips and rubbing my side slowly. “You make it impossible for a guy to keep control.” I noted Harry making his way towards me, motioning that he wanted to dance.

I flipped towards Zayn and kissed his neck, whispering, “Maybe you should lose control.” I slinked off and jumped around the floor like an idiot with Harry for a while before Becs told me it was cake and present time. Louis threw me over his shoulder and sat me in a chair on the DJ’s stage. I laughed, going through each and every present I was handed, hugging whoever gave it to me.

“Here princess.” Zayn smiled, handing me a package. I opened it to see a pile of clothes, including the skirt that looked like a cd that I had been eyeing, a bunch of hair clips, and a new journal. I slipped one of the rose clips in my hair.

“Thank you Zaynie.” I smiled, kissing his cheek. I finished opening the last few presents and sat up, pretending to conduct as everyone bursts out singing ‘Happy Birthday’. “That was the best rendition of Happy Birthday I’ve ever heard.” I laughed, posing by the giant cake so Hails could take pictures and cut the first piece. Harry laughed and shoved a piece of cake in my face. I retaliated and smashed the top tier of the cake into Harry’s curls. I ran and hid behind Liam as Harry glared at me.