His Girl

×4| A kiss for you

ANASTASIA

This party was crazy as fuck. I don't care what anyone says. Party had like hundreds of people.

"Ashley!" A petite female came running over. She was pretty, very.

"Hey Maria!" Ashley exclaimed hugging her. "Anastasia, this is Marianne. Marianne this is Anastasia."

"You can call me Maria, if you want." She giggles, I shake her hand. And she turns to Ashley again.
"Want to get some drinks!" She yells over the loud music. Ashley nodded eagerly. I crutched, following them to I'm guessing a kitchen. When I feel a pair of eyes on me. I turn around and spot Zayn staring directly at me. It's like he was looking at my soul. His eyes raked my body as he licked his lips, making me feel hot inside.

This guy has some serious issues.

"Anastasia" Maria yells, I break eye contact with Zayn. Turning to Maria.
"What you want, were doing shots." She nodded towards the shot glasses.

"Lime Tequila." I answer her. She raises a brow. "Feeling stressed." She throws her head back laughing. She grabs the bottle and pours me some. I lick my lips.

"Ready." We all counted and tipped our head back, feeling the burn of the alcohol. We take a few more, then Ashley screams, "let's dance!"

"I'll try." I laugh out. I leave my crutched by the sink and wobble to where people were dancing. The small amount of alcohol I consumed numbed out the pain in my leg. We started grinding against each other to the beat of the music, laughing. When the guys came up behind us. Zayn came up, behind me. Snaking his arms around my waist. Dipping his head in my neck. I froze.

"Babe, you got a lot of balls going against me." Trying to act like he doesn't phase me I just grind against him, hoping he'll go away.

"I'm not scared of you." I breathe out, pulling my arm and resting my hand on the side of his neck. His grip tightened on my waist.

"Oh, but you should be. I can do so much damage to you in one second." He says lowly. Trailing kisses up on my ear. Nibbling on it.

"I already told you Zayn." I say breathlessly. Still grinding against him, following the beat. He spins me around and I see the sickening smile that holds his features. He leans almost near my lips.

"Baby girl, remember when I shot you." Anger courses through me remembering, I pushed him away from me making him tumble. He looked towards me, shocked and anger revealed in his eyes. I wobbled away from him, walking outside. I felt a hand on me and snap me towards a body I look up to see Zayn.

"Your going to regret that" he says squeezing my arm. I trying pulling my arm out of his grip to no avail.

"Actually I don't, and won't" I spit, which adds to his anger. "Honestly I have no clue why you shot me. All I did was ask you a simple question. And you know what I got. A shot in my lower calf. " I say jabbing my finger in his broad chest.

"Your just a total asshole, who can't handle shit accordingly." I spat. He pulled my arm harshly making me hiss in pain and snap my head up to him. "Zayn let me go your hurting me."

"You don't know how I handle shit, and you don't even know me. So cut the kitty shit. I know your fucking scared of me." He seethed. Which made my insides boil.

"Listen here Zayn, sorry to burst your sorry excuse of a bubble. But am not scared of you. Want to know why. Because I've been through worse and scarier shit than these empty threats that you give me. Yes you shot me in the leg, but I could honestly give to shits on what you did. So if you can let me go that'd be nice." I growled angrily. I swiped my arm out of his grip and stalk back into the party only to be thrown against the wall. I groan.

This guy just never gives up does he.

He pushes his body against me, letting me feel every bit of him. He throws kisses to my neck attacking it. Then to my jaw. "Your fucking sexy when your angry." What?

He leans in and kisses my lips, running his hands on my sides. He picks up my legs, and wraps them around his waist kissing me. He deepened it by trying to force his tounge in my mouth, only to be rejected. He pinches my ass which makes me gasp, where be takes this opportunity to slid his tounge in his mouth. The taste of mint and vanilla find its way into my mouth, which makes me moan. I realize what I am doing, I push him away from me. Breathing heavily, I stare at his handsome face.

"Why would you kiss me." I mutter, his hands still cupping my ass, as my legs wrapped around him.

"You weren't complaining a minute ago." He smirks. I frown untangling my legs from him. Wincing. I take his hands off me and walk away. I need to get as far away from him as possible. He's confusing me. First he wants to shoot me, then he's angry at me. Now he wants to kiss me, like what?

"Ashley, I'm going home." I yell over the loud music, once I find her. She was to busy dancing so I just left anyways, taking a taxi. Once I make it home, I realised every one was sleeping so I walked upstairs and threw myself on the bed not caring for my shoes.

Shit my crutches. Oh well guess I'm going without them. I turn on my phone. 3:45a.m.

Already?

I see that I have a text message.

Unknown. I furrowed my eyebrows, clicking on it.

Nice make out session, hope to do it again ;)