Picture of Xavier^^^
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"Holy shit."Zayn muttered. And I couldn't tell if it was from annoyance or fear, probably a mix of both.
I was just about to try and pull Zayn back inside or something, that is until I felt his chest vibrate as he began to laugh.
"Are you shitsane? I'm not going up there!" Zayn shouted back and the guys bursted into laughter.
"We'll come down to you then!"
Zayn tensed at this again and I took my bottom lip between my teeth.
I studied each of them as they made their way down the ladder, some of them skipping the bars and just sliding down.
One in particular caught my attention. He was dressed in all black, a hoodie shadowing most of his face so I couldn't quite make out what he looked like. He was very tall, maybe a couple inches taller than Zayn but not much. And the moonlight reflecting off of his jaw shown the sharp bone structure.
He seemed like a quite dark character, and a mischievous one I might add as a smirk pulled on his lips and his dark eyes narrowed when he saw me.
The group came stalking over to us, every one of them with a blunt or beer bottle in their hands.
"Great party you got here, mate." One with red hair nodded at Zayn.
"It's even greater inside on the dance floor." He answered, his usual voice had been slightly laced with uneasiness.
"You know we don't like a bunch of bitches shoving their fucking junk in our faces." Another guy chuckled as he shook his head, causing his blonde floppy hair to shake slightly.
"Some are pretty hot though." Another one added.
"Speaking of hot bitches, who's this?" The shadowing guy spoke up, his hand reaching up and pulling his hood off as he grinned at me.
His eyes were unusually shiny, probably from drugs, and his jet black hair stuck up in short spikes. My eyes slightly widened when I noticed the deep but skinny scar running down his neck and disappearing into the collar of his hoodie.
"Wait, let me guess her name!" The one with red hair exclaimed with a smile that creeped me the fuck out.
Zayn pulled me closer into him and I mentally thanked him with all of my damn heart.
"Stacy?" The redhead guessed.
"Not even close." I shook my head.
"My next fuck?" He said and they all laughed loudly.
"No way in hell." Zayn growled and tightened his grip even more on me. "Louis, what the hell are you even doing out here?"
"I-I was just smoking a bit." Lou stuttered, not looking up from the ground.
"Chill out, Zee. Nothing's going on here." The guy in all black chuckled.
"I don't give a fuck, Xavier. You shouldn't be here anyway." Zayn snapped.
So that was Xavier? Well damn. I don't blame Zayn for not liking him.
I stared at him, his pale skin, dark eyes, and huge smile was seriously starting to creep me out. And the way his eyes glistened when they flickered to me.. something definitely wasn't right here.
"These parties are open to anyone." Xavier shrugged it off like it was nothing before blowing some smoke up into the air.
"Yeah, but you know exactly why you shouldn't be here." Zayn tried to put emphasis on his words to get some kind of point across.
