Nightmare

Chapter 2

When I got out of Marcus' car I instantly recognised the two cars since they were usually parked on my street.

"I'm keeping my eye on you." Zayn said before pushing his way through drunken people to get inside. I sighed but followed Marcus inside.

All the furniture in his living room was pushed to the side to make a dance floor. Almost everyone was drunk and grinding on each other.

Marcus grabbed my arm lightly so that he didn't loose me when he pulled me through the crowd. Once we got into his kitchen I took off my jacket since I was already too hot.

"There are drinks in the fridge." Marcus shouted over the music. He then took my jacket off me, "I'll be right back." He then wondered out of the kitchen and left me to get whatever I wanted.

I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. I stayed in the kitchen listening to the loud laughter and chatter of the other people in the room. I didn't recognise them so they obviously went to another school.

Marus' house was never usually had this many people but since anyone was welcome it was filled.

Before I knew it I had finished my beer and I was reaching for another. I figured that since it had been about fifteen minutes Marcus wasn't coming back.

I decided to stay in the kitchen since I wasn't ready yet to face all the dancing and pervy boys.

The smell of cigarettes filled my nostrils when a tall brown haired boy walked in. He dressed in all black and looked like the type of boy girls would instantly fall in love with since he gave off the badboy vibe. He breathed out the smoke from his pink lips and then his hazel eyes met mine. A smirk found his lips and he slowly made his way over to me.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing standing all by herself?" The smirk never left his lips as he spoke. I blushed and looked away. The boy put out his cigarette in an ash tray just next to me and he gently took the beer bottle out of my hands.

"Mind if I have some?" He asked.

I laughed, "You could get your own but sure."

"Nah, yours will do." He took a sip then placed it on the counter. "Want to dance?"

"Uhh," I thought for a moment. "Okay." Who wouldn't want to dance with this boy? He was gorgeous.

His warm hand found mine as he pulled me out of the kitchen and into the crowd of dancers.

My back was pressed against his chest as we swayed to the beat of the songs.

Three songs passed before I was whipped around to face the boy.

"I needed to see that pretty face of yours." He whispered in my ear before leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on my neck and my jaw. His lips then met mine and my hands made my way around his neck to pull him closer.

Before I managed to deepen the kiss he pulled away, "What's your name?" he breathed out.

I mentally cringed at the fact I made out with someone and didn't even know his name. "Yasmine." I answered.

"Hi Yasmine. I'm Liam." I laughed at him before I kissed his soft lips again.

He suddenly pulled away as a worried look was on his face. "Wait, are you Malik's sister?" his hands were still on my waist but he looked like he was about to run away.

"As in Zayn Malik's sister?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah, I'm his sister. Why?"

"Shit." He detached himself from me. "Your brother and I don't exactly get along. So this never happened." He placed a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "Or that." He then jogged out of the crowd and left me confused.