Twitta// Z.M

Fifty-One

Justine's POV

"This motherfuckin party is booming." Kamari screamed.

The night was way past darkness and my party really was booming.

"I know right. The caterers did so fucking good. Like I can not wait for y'all to see this motherfucking cake." I replied.

With a drink in my hand and my clutch in the other, I swayed my hips along to the Caribbean song.

All day I have been waiting for this party just so that I could get loose and get laid.

"I'm gonna go get another drink, how about you go greet more people up front?" Kamari questioned while looking up from her phone. I glanced slightly to her left hand and was that her glass of vodka was barely touched. But before I could call her out she was gone, poof, adios.

"Cause that wasn't fucking weird." I mumbled to myself and made my way to the front of the party, closer to the door.

"Well, well, well. I think I found the person I need to motivate tonight." A slow feminine voice spoke.

I turned around and smiled instantly when I saw the girl, Cierra, standing in front of me.

"You look just as thick as you did in those pictures. How you liking the party so far?" I asked the shorter girl.

"It's fun. Got better when I saw you I guess." I chuckled at her response and handed my drink to the nearest waiter around.

"Wanna dance?" I asked and she smirked.

"After you."

We both walked out on to the dance floor and began dancing. Rake it up blasted through the speakers.

Cierra rubbed her ass all over my front, I grabbed a hand full and squeezed. I wish my shit was this thick.

We danced together for a while until I couldn't take it anymore. Drunk and horny aren't the best two combinations but they'll have to do fr tonight.

"Jus?" A deep British accent spoke. I already knew who it was.

"What do you want? Cant you see that I'm busy?" I removed my hands from Cierra's ass and crosses my arms and glared at Zayn.

Cierra turned around and gave me a questioning look.

"Cierra can you excuse us for a moment?" She nodded and I grabbed Zayn's hand and pulled him away from where we were dancing.

"Okay first of all. Baby I am so sorry for what I said. I don't know why I said it but once I sent send I wanted to kill myself because I knew that I hurt your feelings. Baby, you are my everything and I don't think you are clingy, hell, I wish you were clingy. You are so perfect and I don't know, i'm scared. You have such a nice look, such a beautiful girl, great singing voice, an amazing career. So I started thinking, and I thought that you needed someone better, someone who isn't me. Baby, I have so many problems that I don't even know how to deal with, I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry but I was diagnosed with depression about a month ago. I guess it's from the anxiety that I felt so I thought that going home would help. I really did mean to tell you but those damn pills make me so irritable, it's unbelievable. I just didn't want to do anything I'd regret and I ended up losing you. Justine, I can't let you go. Not yet at least, because even through my depression, you light me up. You make me happy. I need you."

Saying that Zayn's speech made me feel sad was an understatement. He'd been going through something and I couldn't help him. It doesn't excuse the fact that I am still mad at him, but it's nice to have his perspective.