You drunk and I'm drunk, that is what this coming to
I don't got time right now, trust me girl I wanted to
Ask you a thousand things, where you're coming from?
I know you got stories babe -
Save that shit for tomorrow girl
You aren't supposed to kiss the assholes who've made your life hell, no Bree you do exactly the opposite.
I thought to myself as I felt his tongue invade my mouth, as I let out a slight moan. Pressing my body against his, feeling him pressed against the denim of his jeans.
No this isn't how this is supposed to go.
I thought, wrapping myself around him, biting and sucking on his lower lip, hearing him groan in frustration. Disconnecting ourselves, finding myself in a daze.
"I want you, horribly baby girl," his voice, hoarse, mumbled in my ear.
I couldn't say anything back, I just stared, my mouth agape, slightly amused, I wanted him to.
No, you don't
I ran my hands through his hair. Feeling everything euphorically run through my veins like electricity.
Bree you're drunk.
Pulling away from him my lips tingled with wanting air, wanting something, to clear my head. I tried to find my friends, I looked around the room, but I couldn't I'm too small. I groaned at my situation, Tina Belcher style.
"You okay Bree?" Zayn asked, looking at me with concern.
No
"Yes, I'm just a lil-" I closed my eyes and made random hand movements, "Drunk."
He smiled, a very handsome smile, and for once I found him attractive.
"Do you wanna go back home?" he whispered hoarsely in my ear.
I nodded I wanted out of here, out of this dress, and away from the loudness that surrounded me. I felt Zayn grab my hand and lead me away from the crowds, pulling me close to him as we weaved in and out of groups. He had stopped by to say goodbye to his friends, who ironically were all with mine.
Saf sat up from her spot next to Liam, she looked at me with some minor concern, "Are you leaving?"
I nodded, "Saf, I'm drunk, I wanna go home."
"Understandable," she shrugged and leaned back into her seat.
I tiredly waved bye to everyone as Zayn and I found our way out of the house, and back to the car. He opened the door for me allowing me to attempt to get into the car with grace. Stumbling into my seat, he seemed amused by the idea that for once, he wasn't the public train wreck. That the one who constantly held herself together, she was a wreck.
"Stop," I bluntly said not even bothering to look over at his side of the car as we drove.
"Stop what?" he said, his tone giving away that he very much so knew what.
"Being so smug looking, you look like an asshole," I said, "Wait never mind, you always look that way." I smiled at myself.
He glanced over at me, rolling his eyes. He seemed almost okay, almost tolerable.
"Why do you treat me the way you do?" I slurred, not thinking about the words that came pouring out of my mouth. As we sped down the road leading to the palace he called a home. I felt weird, looking out at all the lower income houses, knowing that I don't belong in this nice car.
"Because I like you," he shrugged, brushing it off as if it were nothing.
"You've hated me the moment I was drug to that stupid house of yours," I snapped back, rolling my eyes, "No, I know your kind, you want something I can't give you, and for that, you're the biggest fool I've ever met."
He threw his head back and laughed, "Okay, whatever you say." I could hear the sarcasm in his voice. Sliding the car, down the long driveway, he slammed the breaks on, "Break check!" he shouted, as I lurched forward, screaming. He did this multiple times, and it was my fault that I thought he was done after the first time.
"What the literal fuck is wrong with you!" I screeched back at him, forcibly unbuckling myself, ignoring his laughter. The moment I stepped foot out of that car, gravity quit working. Causing him to howl with laughter, "You're so drunk, this is the most I've laughed in ages." his laugh was the most beautiful sound you would ever be able to hear. However, I couldn't enjoy it.
"Can you please pick me up?" I asked, my voice sounding weak, putting my hand out for him to grab, and assist me. My hand hung in the air for a bit.
"Whats the magic word?" he teased, biting his lower lip.
"Please?" I squinted my eyes at him, his lips arranged themselves into this smug look he gave whenever he wasn't satisfied with the answer.
"No," he tutted, "That is not what we're looking for."
"Please daddy", my eyes widened becoming well aware of the words that had just slipped out of my mouth.
He smiled wildly, "Ahhh, good girl." he picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder, I hung there, still in shock.
Well Bree, there you go, this is why you don't ever drink
Hearing the door open, we entered through the kitchen, walking silently around the house, as if anyone could hear us, the place was huge, no sound could echo down a corridor long enough to reach someone's room.
Passing by my bedroom, I slapped him, "Put me down, I want to sleep in my room!" I protested, but he refuses to acknowledge my protests. We walked about another five minutes until we arrived at his room, "No, I'm not fucking you, absolutely not, nope." I state as he throws me down on the bed.
"What do you mean fucking me?" he asks offended, "I was just honestly wanting to cuddle because we're both too drunk to really function, how I got us here without dying is a miracle."
I shrugged, he made sense.
"Here," he threw a tshirt and a pair of boxers at me, "You can sleep in those."
Taking a whiff, they smelled clean, which was a good sign, because well, he always wore the same thing like three times in a row.
Feeling stupidly confident for some reason, I began to strip, I mean it was a dress, not that hard to get out of.
"Damn," I heard him whisper under his breath.
Turning back to face him in my underwear, I looked at him rolled my eyes, and continued to change into the clothing provided for me.
Crawling into bed, I moved the furthest away from Zayn as I forcibly could, he took up the entire bed.
In one swift motion, he grabbed me and pulled me towards his chest, grabbing my chin and adjusting me to his level, looking into my eyes, his voice raspy, "Goodnight princess," was all he said before bringing me for a very deep subtly passionate kiss. I gave in, adjusting to the position I was in, for once letting him win. Breaking the kiss, he let me lay back down, and slowly fall asleep.
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Heaven Sent (Zayn A.U)
Fanfiction"I am heaven sent. Don't you dare forget." Was what I sang in my head everytime I saw him and the mob of people who surrounded him. He was the stereotype; a bad boy with money didn't give a fuck about his family name. He made all the girls drool, a...
