The Life Of A Billionaire's Daughter

3.In your dreams honey!

Pic of Keira's eyes on the side. Enjoy!

Zayn's POV

I look around the crowded room, smirking at all the young girls in short dresses. Justin sure knows how to throw a good party. I scan the room, looking for a girl to take home, when i see her. Her perfect light brown hair and her blue eyes are focused, glaring harshly on someone but through all the heads, I can't see who it is. Who is she and what the fuck is she doing here? Today's earlier events come back to me and all my anger comes flooding back to me. I clench my fists and shake my head, trying to rid myself of the anger. I came here to have fun and forget that rude bitch, not to be angry at her and let her ruin my time here. I look back at the place she used to be but she's gone. Huh. Maybe I'm letting my anger control me and I'm seeing her where ever i go.

One thing I can't deny though and it's getting on my nerves more and more by each passing hour is that she was truly beautiful and something inside of me doesn't let me hate her like I should. I wish she were ugly so I could hate her without thinking of her flawless face. I mean she broke my iPhone 5S and didn't even apologise but something inside of me is craving her. It wonders how it would be to have her perfect full lips placed on mine and moving together, how it would feel to run my hands through her hair and pull her close or how it would feel to have her slim body pressed up against the wall while i kissed her. But that part is tiny, super tiny and it would never happen. I can't like her, I don't. I shake my head trying to clear my head of all those crazy thoughts as a platinum blond comes strolling over to me, biting her lip and swaying her hips a bit too much in a way i think is meant to be seductive but it just plain old scares me. She continues to walk towards me in a way that reminds me of a lion approaching his prey as i look around desperately, trying to find the lads to somehow tell them to rescue me from the scary blond. Something about her rings a bell in my head and i recall i have seen her in magazines before but i just can't seem to remember her name.

I take the the time to study her as she approaches, scaring me even more with every step she takes. Her platinum blond hair reach, straight as a ruler until her ribs, her bright blue eyes sparkling with lust and another unidentifiable emotion. Her nose is straight and her lips are covered in a thick layer of bright red lipstick as he smirks seeing me checking her out. She is thin, a bit too thin with barely visible curves and her breasts look small, even in that tight dress. She is  wearing a tight gold dress that barely covers her boobs and bum with a cut exposing most of her breasts and her arms bare only some accessories. Her legs are tanned and long as she nears me, flipping her long hair over her shoulders.

"Hi there" She purrs as she reaches me and i try my hardest not to puke at the sight of her over the top, caked in makeup face.

"Hello" I respond, leaning back against the wall.

"Are you here alone?" She purrs again, taking a step closer and leaning in a bit, giving me sight of her cleavage as i try not to gag

"Are you?" I avoid her question with a question, smirking a bit, pretending to be interested because i know that is the only way she'll leave me alone.

"I'm just here with some of my girlfriends" She replies, putting her skinny, manicured hand on my shoulder. I raise an eyebrow at the word 'girlfriends' when i remember that when Americans say that, they mean a friend who is a girl. I stuff my hands in my pockets as i see her eyes roaming my body, making me smirk wider

"What's your name, hot stuff?" She asks,leaning in even more so that i can smell her breath. Her breath stinks of smoke and alcohol and i cringe at the smell.

"Zayn" I reply coldly and she smirks, her eyes taking a dangerous glint.

"Mine's Paris." She says and before she can continue I push myself off the wall and look at her