Shadowed (z.m)

7.

Adelaide was here right on time, all made up for the party. I knew very well that this wouldn't be the typical high school party, this was a college party. Like those frat parties you see in all those American movies, with the red cups and all. My heart was beating fast from the thought of him being there. What if he is? Will anything happen? I wondered worriedly.

Nothing will happen because you won't let it happen.

But the fact that I still barely have control around him and I have to concentrate on keeping sane when I'm around him worries me further. I let him too close those two years ago. I wasn't well experienced around boys despite being a slut. And he was more than thrilled with teaching me. It sends chills through my body thinking of it. Not bad chills. I relied so much on him. The way he held me when we slept next to each other and how he called me 'baby girl', I loved that. I still doubt that he treated/treats Perrie like that. He made me think and I feel that I was special. He probably treated all his little whores like that. He is not to be trusted. He uses girls for sex and then tosses them to the side without a second glance. It makes me sad, I mean god knows how many girls who had to go through the same as me because of him. It also makes me sad because I think I loved him. I was almost obsessed with him, he was my every thought.

After a little amount of small talk we arrived at the big random villa. Young adults were scattered around it, the music loud and could be heard from miles away. It's going down, I mean there's no going back so I might as well make the best of it right?! Adelaide was fast to park and we both walked up to the house all giddy. Inside the party was crazy, just how I used to like it. I smiled and someone was quick to hand me a cup. But I knew better than that, so I went and got a new cup that no random dude had held and done god knows what with. I filled the cup with whatever alcohol I could find and then joined Adelaide. She smiled and grabbed my hand to dance. The rooms where dark and everyone was dancing, only few rooms in the house were lit. We danced like crazy togther. My hair was flying everywhere and it bothered me so I told Adelaide that I was going to go put it up. I made my way out into the brightly lit corridor where few people were. I tried a couple doors in the corridor but none of them seemed to be a bathroom. When I'd opened the last one in the corridor I gave up and turned around to get back and dance. But when I did so, I bumped into someone knocking the air out of me. When looking up at this numb scull who had just bumped into me, I felt my heart sink.

"I knew you wouldn't miss a good party." Zayn smiled down at me, he had his arm around my waist and a red cup in his other hand. How did his arm even end up there?

"I'm really not in the mood for your bullshit right now." I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest, blocking his view. The way his eyes racked all over me made me feel dirty and I wanted him to get away.

"Neither am I." He grinned evily walking back up the corridor, to the room where the real party was at. When he did so a head of familiar dyed blonde hair walked our of it.

Oh. My. God.

Zayn looked back at me, the grin still poisonous, and walked up to her. He wrapped his arm around her like he'd done to me less than a minute ago. I felt a small part of me break. If I keep stumbling into him that break will have a domino effect. He kissed her cheek tenderly and she blushed, snuggling further into him. I should've known. If he has her, why would he be alone at a party? As much as I will never want to admit it, I was jealous. Yet I shouldn't be, he ruined my life and I should be glad not to go through that with him again. But she got him again, she probably never lost him. Of course Zayn couldn't be whipped but his eyes were pretty damn much goggling her. This was what it was going to be like from now on. Him and her. Not him and me, yet a small part of me actually thought so. I hadn't agknowledged that 'til now.