HER LAST BREATH | h.s au

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Jillian and I enter the mansion and soon are crowded by a great amount of people.

"Jillian!?" Jillian shoots her head to the direction of the unknown voice and soon realizes it's her brother.
"Niall? What the hell are you doing here?" Jillian asks.
"I got an invitation from Zayn Malik."
Zayn Malik. He was the campus's favourite douche. Personally, I always pictured him as a stereotypical asshole, but I've never talked to him so...

"Jillian, why are you here..." he eyes his sister from head to toe, "dressed like that." Jillian scoffs annoyed. Before she has time to explain she is grabbed by Niall and taken away to probably fight.

I look around to find someone I may know or get to know and from the corner of eyes I see Zayn grinning at me. Before I can make sure he was looking at me, he starts making his way over.
"Kayla, is it?" Zayn asks with a huge smirk.
"Kenzie." I huff.
"My bad love. Lemme get you a drink huh?"
Before I can decline his oh so sweet offer, he takes my wrist tightly in his sweaty palms and drags me around the house. Once we get to the kitchen he sits on one of the chairs next to the island and pours a drink.

"Sit down yeah?" Zayn motions for his lap, and I shake my head.
"C'mon don't be so uptight. You're at a party, your friend ditched you, have some fun." He grabs my wrist and I end up on his sweet forsaken lap. I soon realized that I didn't have a problem with this and took a drink from the glass he offered.

"How bout we go upstairs now, I want to see your sexy fucking body in me."
I let the alcohol take over and giggle. We walk around until we get to the stairs filled with people making out all around. We walk up and end up in a very narrow hallway. He brings me to the end of the hall and opens the door to a dirty beat down room. I don't mind though, I have a roommate worse than him.

He closes the door and grabs my waist, then smashes his lips on mine. I didn't feel anything. It was meaningless. No strings attached.

We make our way kissing to the bed and he finally grabs my shorts and unbuttons them. He turns me around and pulls them down slowly showing my black races thong watching himself do so.
"God, you're so fucking hot!" Zayn turns me back around and kisses my neck. I let out a very surprising moan. He lays me down on my back onto the bed and continues to make out with me. He grabs my wrists and handcuffs them with his on top of my head and slowly bring his lips up to mine.

All of a sudden he comes to a very unpredictable stop, and I realize why. The doorknob was rattling.

"Zayn, what're you doing h—" A certain tall boy with many tattoos enters the room and freezes in his steps.
"What the fuck Zayn! You told me, you weren't going to pull anything tonight. Get the fuck out of here right now!" He brings himself up to Zayn and takes him by the collar when he hesitates to leave.
"I. Said. Get. Out. Now." Zayn scurries off and leaves me there a quarter naked vulnerable as hell.

I try to cover myself but the unknown boy grabs my hands and asks if I'm okay, I nod.
"Who are you?"

"Don't worry about me love."

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