*A/N all of 1D are in this but are not famous!! It's more of a Punk Direction kinda thing*
•••Chapter One•••
Staring at him from across the busy room, something about his, intimidating nature, intrigued me to got closer and speak to him. I observed him. He was absolutely flawless. He seemed mysterious and dangerous. I was snapped out of my trance by my friend, Valerie, tapping me on the shoulder.
"Whatcha staring at?" She questioned me as my eyes slowly wondered back to the angelic boy sitting alone in the corner.
"Out of curiosity.. Who is that boy over there?" I pointed to him. She went silent.
"I beg you Ariana, stay away from him and his friends. They're bad news" she warned.
"What's his name?" I ignored her signal to look away and continued my questions. I've always been very persistent, I rarely take no for an answer.
"Malik. Zayn Malik"
Just knowing his name sent chills down my spine. The more I stare the more I was engaged. The room was getting hot and smelly due to the sweaty hormonal teenagers dancing, gyrating and grinding against each other, making out on sofas. The sight of drunk girls my age, sticking their tongues down boys throats sickened me. I navigated my way through the crowd and find my friend,Valerie.
What was so bad about him? What had he done? My thoughts were clouded with him. Thud.
Oh God. I'd bumped into him. Valerie's warning was replaying in my head. 'They're bad news'. He was tall, making me feel small as he towered over me.
"I'm really sorry" I finally spoke in the most apologetic tone.
"I've never seen you before." He smirked. His British accent was thick, clearly from North Yorkshire somewhere.
His devilish smirk still obvious on his face. He took my hand and led me back to the middle room of the party.
His touch sent tingles down my spine. What have you gotten yourself into Ariana? My thoughts were unstable, this whole time I had Valerie's voice in my head. I didn't know what to do.
"What's your name?" His hot breath touching the skin between my ear and neck.
I opened my mouth to speak but I was too shaky. He could tell I was scared.
"Don't be scared, I won't hurt you." He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me into his crotch.
My body froze. He was becoming impatient, awaiting my answer.
"Answer me." His grip on my hips became tighter. He was careful not to raise his voice and cause a scene.
"Playing hard to get, huh?" He let out a quiet yet low chuckle. He released me for a second and let my hips breathe. He didn't hesitate to grab my wrist.
"I can play even harder." He licked his lips.
