Zayn's Maid

Chapter 18

Perrie's P.O.V

The boys helped me hang lanterns around the outhouse, Harry placing me on his shoulder to add height to my small frame. Zayn glared at us from the kitchen window and I winked at him, enjoying making him jealous.

More people started to arrive and Louis approached me in the growing crowd in the living room.

"Come on, lets get you a drink," he said, ushering me towards the drinks table.

"Oh no, I'm not drinking, " I insisted, shaking my head at the red cup he had offered me.

"You can't come to a house party and not drink, especially when your Zayn's girlfriend. You've already broken a million hearts," he laughed.

"I'm not-"

"Hey!" Zayn butted in, taking my hand an dragging me away from Louis,"can I borrow Perrie for a second."

"What the hell is he talking about?" I cried over the loud music.

His tanned face suddenly turned pale, looking almost ill.

"He's drunk, he won't know what he's taking about," he said.

"He looked pretty sober to me."

"What would you know? You've never had a drink in your life," he snapped.

"I still know the difference between being off your face and being sober."

"Look, he doesn't know anything and that's the way it should stay. I'm telling you, he won't remember any of this in the morning," he slurred slightly.

"Oh so I'm your guilty little secret now am I?"

"How do you think people would feel about me buying you as my sex slave?"

My jaw dropped and I slapped him hard across the face, turning my back on him.

"It's good to now what I am to you," I called over my shoulder.

I took the cup from Louis in the kitchen and downed whatever it's contents were, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Woah, what's got into you?" he asked.

"Zayn's what's got into me," I scowled,"literally."

I followed the group that were heading to outhouse, stripping my new white dress off en route even though I could see my breath. Luckily I had my bikini on underneath. There were a few hoots from the kitchen and I winked at the boys on the decking.

The pool was packed, hardly any swimming actually going on. There was a docking station in the corner blaring Avici round the echoing house, hurting my ears. I shrugged it off and slipped into the water, Liam catching my eye in the midst of it all. I swam over to him, dodging skinny dippers and couples that had their tongues down each others throats.

"Hey!" he said cheerfully, throwing a large beach ball at me.

I caught it and laughed, trying to take my mind off Zayn.

"Hi!" I said loudly, struggling to hear myself think.

"So, you and Zayn?" he said, raising his eyebrow, "how's that working out for you?"

I rolled my eyes and threw the ball behind me, probably hitting someone with it by accident.

"There is no me and Zayn," I said firmly.

"Yeah...he can be a bit-"

"Of a prick."

"I was gonna say ladies man but hey-ho," he laughed.

The lights suddenly went off and different coloured spotlights relit the room, making the walls turn multicoloured. Only Zayn would have a pool like this.

"I need a drink," I groaned, clasping my dry throat.

"Me too, come on let's go," he said, leading me out of the water.

We ran across the garden towards the kitchen, the cold making me shiver. Liam had a toned body like Zayn and looked gorgeous in his trunks as he poured me a vodka and coke. I downed that too, trying to loosen up. Liam looked shocked and poured me another, clinking his glass against mine.

"To Zayn," I slurred," being the asshole he is."