CHAPTER 4
His touch was a bit cold when his arms shook my hands, I have to pull away from the sudden shiver, as soon as his name fall from his lips he put his hands to his jeans pocket, I didn't know that jeans pocket could fit his hands since his hands were so big.
Zayn's words were replaying in my mind, Roxanne, just don't do anything stupid, don't ask anything silly and just don't, okay?
My curiosity was eating me slowly, I had to ask what was wrong, what did I do that Zayn spoke to me that way,
I looked over Zayn who's shooting me a warning glare, I lifted my eyebrow, I hate to feel this way, I hate being confused.
But as soon as I realized what he was trying to say to me I looked over Harry, who is still staring at me, but this time I think he was checking me out, I crossed my arm over my chest, a knocked on the door drew Zayn attention and he quickly rush to the door,
My attention was back on Harry, "You alone?" I broke the silence,
"Well, what do you think?" He sarcastically answered me.
His voice was deep, a bit husky with accent, his voice really fits him in any way.
"No girlfriend? No one to bring with you?" I know I was probably being a bitch right now but that was because I'm curious with this guy.
"I have told you." He rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"What's the deal with you wearing all black? It's a party not a funeral." I attempted to joke but failed, he eyed me from head to my toe.
I felt a little intimidated by his action, the smirk on my face was now gone, thrown off by the eyeing move.
I waited for his answer but he doesn't seem to have something to say,
"Where's the drink?" He asked me instead, I rolled my eyes, eyeing the kitchen then walked away before he could say something that could make my annoyance grows even more.
I found my way to the bathroom, I checked myself in the mirror, everything seem fine, but why was that guy stare at me like I had a victim's blood all over my dress? I shook away the thoughts and head back to the living room, when I got back, the house was already filled with people.
The decorations was nothing special, it's not the kind of party that would get everyone wasted and throwing up, I look around the room, I don't know a single person here. Not knowing what to do, I made my way to the kitchen to get some drink.
My eyes spot the tall figure in black attire, he's leaning to the kitchen counter holding a bottle of alcohol in his hand, when I walked in his eyes met me but he ignored me. Well, I don't give a shit.
I grabbed a red cup and filled it with red cherry vodka, I took a sip at my drink, the sweet burning taste hits my throat, I walked past him without saying any word and went back to the living room, I awkwardly stand in the crowd wondering where Zayn could possibly be, I spotted Perrie, she was talking in a group of girls, laughing and giggling.
I tap my foot along the music, it was slow and soothing, I continued to sip on my drink.
"Hey" A unfamiliar voice came from my right, I quickly turned my head aside, a blonde hair guy not quite taller than me greets me.
"Hi" I answered briefly, he stared at my chest and I felt terribly uncomfortable, after seconds of silence he introduced himself to me, "I'm Aaron" he held his hand out, without any thinking further I shook his hand "Roxanne".
"This party is kinda boring," he huffed looking at the crowd.
"Wait till you see Zayn gets down on his knees." I said sipping on my drink.
