He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 27: Force

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Zayn's POV



Finally having gathered my hair into the usual quiff the way I like it, I add some hairspray. And then some more. I hate it when a strand breaks loose. 

I go to my bathroom to shave just a little, making sure to leave a bit stubble, emphasizing my jaw and cheek bones. I tilt my head to the side, to get a view of my profile. I want to look my hottest tonight, and I do. I love it when I catch her staring at me. It's such a turn on.

I put on my favorite aftershave and reach for my tooth brush. 

After having brushed my teeth, I return to my room, and button up my shirt in front of the mirror. I roll up the sleeves of the black shirt exposing my sleeve tattoos. 

I never really went to the parties hosted by the school, but it's different now when I've got Zoe. We had such a great time at the movies yesterday, and I acted like the perfect gentleman if I should say it myself; opened the car door for her and kept my hands for myself all night and all that.  Besides we can just leave for the after party early if it's too lame. 

By old routine I get the little plastic bag out of my pocket, but I hesitate this time. I look at the drugs, the expensive white powder that makes every worry seem a little farther away. 

I know I probably shouldn't, but I feel the slight craving telling me otherwise. A small dose never hurt anyone. 

I get out some of the white powder, accidentally a bit more than I had decided on, and snort the white powder in me, wiping off my nose. At this point this dose won't affect me much since I've gone pretty tolerant, but it'll stop my cravings. 

I know Zoe wouldn't approve of it. She seemed so shocked when she found it. And disgusted with me. I cringe at the embarrassing memory. I just wanted to creep down into a whole and die. Like if she'd caught me wanking or something.



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I stand by the bar that the party committee has set up, next to Niall who looks proper bored drinking from his cup. Obviously we don't have much to talk about, so I look around trying to find a topic. I eye Tamara and remember the way she had kept stealing glances at him when I sat at their table for lunch. 

She's talking with Zoe and some other girl with wild curly hair. She even shoots Niall a glance across the room. 

I get a drink myself, sort of ok with the fact that it's alcohol free, so I don't I have to be careful with the amounts of drinks I have.
I'm a complete dickhead when I'm drunk; overconfident and horny. It's like I become a completely different person. It was never a problem with other girls - at all - but I'm sure that side of me wouldn't exactly flatter a girl like Zoe.



I lean into Niall, putting a firm hand on his shoulder, my eyes still glued to Tamara. He jumps at my touch, but I ignore it. 

- "She's into you, you know," I say, nodding in the direction of the blonde.