Zayn's P.O.V: As she talked to her girls, I was leaning my back against the wall, beside the door, waiting for her. My smile was like painted on my face, uncontrolled and lusty. I had my arms crossed, my eyes were pressed together to a thin line and my forehead was wrinkled. I couldn't look away from her, she had me tied up right now. I had got her quite drunk, maybe it was a bit stupid of me, but at least I would get to keep her tonight. When she finally turned around, our eyes met and a sparkle flew between us. Not one of those that make you stop and think, 'We should be together', but one of those who makes you wanna throw her in your bed, and treat her like a lady, until sunrise. The air was filled with the smell of alcohol, sex and smoke. The way she moved, and the way she flicked her hair off her shoulder, when she stood near me again, made it hard for me to control myself. I leaned my head a bit to the side, "I promise to take care of you, baby," I whispered and leaned a bit down, till our faces was in kissing distance. She took a step back and smiled at me, just in a different way than before. I didn't understand why, but tried to act like I didn't care, even though I did.
Emily's P.O.V: I didn't want him to kiss my lips, cause that would be too personal, and as I mentioned before... I wasn't here to fall in love. His hands were rough, but when they grabbed my waist one more time, I really couldn't help but secretly wish that we already would be in his bedroom by now. "Let's get away..." I whispered, and tried to keep my voice controlled. I was actually going out of my head, just to the thought of me in his bed. It gave me goosebumps. We rushed out of the club, and for the first time we were breathing fresh air, not filled with smoke, and alcohol. He put his arm around my waist, and leaded me away from the streets, and into a little parking lot, where a huge black Range Rover was parked. My heart skipped a beat, when he pulled me closer to the car, and turned me around, so we were facing each other. His breath smelled like cigarettes and alcohol, but that was fine with me, mostly cause I felt dizzy, and everything seemed quite fun and amazing at the moment, even when he opened up the door to the passenger side, while his hand right hand still was around my waist, pressing my body close to his. He removed the hand that he had used to open the door with, and placed it on my hip, and then he helped me up in his car.
Zayn's P.O.V: After helping her up and inside of my car, I closed the door to the passenger side and walked around the car, then I jumped in at my side. I wasn't drunk, not at all... That's why I knew that I was able to drive. But when I turned to look at her, there was no doubt that I maybe had served a bit too heavy drinks for her, but it didn't really bother me, as long as she wouldn't wake up regretting anything. She didn't put on her seatbelt, and neither did I. On the ride home she was resting her head on my shoulder, and running her hand up and down my lap, teasing me. It took about one hour to get to my front door, but when we stood there, we were both turned on and could barely even wait. While I locked up the door, her hands was on my chest, and with trembling hands she was trying to open up my shirt, and she did it well, even though she was drunk. I put the keys down in my pocket again, before I completely lost control. I pulled up the door with my back, cause my hands were way too busy opening up her dress, in the back. When we got inside, the smell of home, mixed with her parfume, turned me even more on. I slammed the door with my foot, and then I really couldn't wait, I lifted her up, and carried her across the flat, and all the way upstairs, where my bedroom was, one huge bedroom on the second floor. "Fuck..." She mumbled when she looked around in the room, every girl that had been here had been amazed, it was huge, and quite beautiful. Not really how people imagined my room, but I liked it, and the girls liked it. I was still carrying her, but when I reached the bed I gently placed her on the soft mattress. She grabbed my shirt, that was open now, and then she pulled me down on top of her. I moved my hands up my legs, and pulled off her little black dress. When my blue shirt, her little black dress and her stilettos was lying in a pile on the floor, I rolled away from her and pulled her on top ofme. "Just don't kiss me..." She whispered, almost moaning.
Emily's P.O.V: His lips moved down my neck, leaving me whispering his name, as he sucked it, and left a suction mark. His strong arms held my body tight, and locked on top of him, if he was a rapist, he would be a damn good one. I didn't know how it happened, but when all of our clothes was gone, and our bodies was melted together as one, he found his way to my lips, and at that moment I hated him, cause after telling him not to, he did it. And that was the weakest place on my body, my lips. They had a deep connection to my heart, and instead of moaning his name, I cursed it. Which made him smile. I couldn't help but notice that his eyes were darker than earlier, and filled with lust. He was not being so careful, but I liked it just that way... Except from the fact that he kept on playing with my tongue. I got drawn into the game, and carefully bit his lower lip. When we were done, I rolled away from him, and we were both lying on the bed, breathless, while gazing at the ceiling. My breast was moving fast up and down, and trying to catch my breath was harder than I thought. Before I rolled closer to him again, and let him wrap his arms around me, and hold me close, I looked him in the eyes, and said, "I hate you," He rolled his eyes and laughed at me, then he held me close to him and I closed my eyes with a smile. Even though I hated him for kissing me... That bastard.
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