Hazardous - Justin Bieber & Zayn Malik

1. Cigarette Bud

"Cause I'm in love with these Tumblr girls, with skinny waists and drug habits, pretty faces, love status, she acts as if she's the baddest"  

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Crazy, this party was crazy. 

I wasn't sure if it was because of the amount of naked women, the amount of stoners, the hippies or the fact that there was a girl openly pleasuring a guy. Or maybe I was just seeing things, I mean when you've had 5 drinks of tequila you aren't exactly in a sober state of mind. 

But man oh man was it lit.

I made my way to through the immense crowd attempting to get across the club to the bar. Which was a challenge if I didn't want splashes of alcohol on my new Saint Laurent dress due to how drunk everyone at the party had been.

"Another one," I spoke sternly letting the bartender who had become familiar with me pass me another shot. 

I wasn't a hardcore drinker but every once in awhile I would head to the club and enjoy myself by getting high without the actual marijuana part. 

I didn't smoke, ever. 

One I had received my drink, I chugged it quickly as my favorite song had just come on. 

Antidote by Travis Scott, this was my shit.

At this point I tried to get myself to the very middle of the crowd but too tipsy to actually make it. I began dancing along to the song as we got to the chorus. 

At this point I could feel the vibe of the club so much energy and everyone was just so carefree. I mean most of the people here was young, probably younger than 30. It also happened to be a Friday night, so another nigh of turn up. 

This club was the best in town and people seriously knew how to turn up. It was called 'La Serata' and pretty much everyone who could afford it would show up Friday nights to party with their friends and the club was also the biggest in the city.    

"DON'T YOU OPEN UP THAT WINDOW, DON'T YOU LET OUT THAT ANTIDOTE!" everyone yelled including myself as we got even more turned. I was seriously feeling the vibe. 

"I see someone is enjoying themselves," I hear a familiar voice say as big muscular arms wrapped around me giving me in a tight warm hug. 

"I sure am babeeeeee," I replied as I faced Zayn. 

"You've had one to many drinks," he smirked, getting closer to me smelling the alcohol on my body.       

"So what baby?" I replied cupping his cheeks with my hands. He moved his hands from my upper waist down to my ass giving a small grin. 

"Lets head back to the crew, they are all waiting for us," Zayn spoke hoping I would come with him. 

"Noooooo, I just want to be with youuuuu," I replied whining like a kid.

Zayn and I had come with a bunch of snooby group of people as he claimed they were his friends, but I didn't like them at all. They all had this weird 'I am better than you' or 'I could be doing better things' attitude. Plus they didn't even seem like your typical party kids whereas I was so they were all a bunch of bores. 

How they even met Zayn left me clueless as he claimed they were some old friends from when he was down in New York for some work related thing. Which also left me wondering why the hell they were waiting for me, if anything they hated me as far as I could tell from their facial expression and attitude towards me. 

"Come on Zayn, let's stay here & dance" I spoke in a British accent to attempt to match his but failed miserably as he began hysterically laughing.