Sober.

Three.

I walked in the the club with Aubree by my side. She was already plowed put two drinks in her and you have her in your bed. I sipped at my drink slowly as I looked around at the hot sweaty body's dancing against each other, it was a sight to see let me tell you. I gulped as I saw him in the corner, his usual table with Hailey and Kendall. I rolled my eyes they were always trying to get on his dick even when we were dating, there a lot of the reason we broke up. But I wasn't looking for him I was looking for Zayn of course. I craved his touch, kiss, love even if it was only for a couple hours.

I was dancing around with Aubree when arms wrapped around my waist I felt that warm feeling go throughout my whole body but that might of been the boos. I turned around to face Justin it was definitely the drinks that I felt, I think. We started to dance together enjoying each other's presence, then all of a sudden I felt his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth. He was one of the greatest kissers but I knew I didn't want to do this again I couldn't. I felt my body being pulled away and walked down the hallway to the bathroom the door was locked behind me and my breathing was heavy everything was blurry I hardly seen who pulled me away. I looked up and let my mind focus when I seen Zayn. "You're mine you know that." "I am mine asshole." I pushed him slightly making myself almost fall but he caught me, he definitely wasn't drunk tonight. "No you heard me you are mine and mine only don't even let any other guy touch like that again." "I'll do what I want." "Hell you will." He pulled me closer to him and I felt his breath on my lips. He kissed me with all he had, I knew my kisses were sloppy with being so drunk but he was used to it because we were always drunk when we loved each other.