The Party (Kendall Jenner x Y/N)

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A/N: Thank you all for being so insanely patient, I'm working on your ideas so how do we feel about Kaia Gerber?

Y/N POV:

Removing my arm from her shoulder quickly, I leant away from the older girl, trying to take the entire situation in. Sat before me was a much more mature looking Kendall Jenner, over the years she had only become more beautiful, yet all I wanted to do was run. Turning quickly, I moved to leave but found myself stopped by a delicate hand clutching somewhat desperately at my wrist.

"You shouldn't be drinking you know," Kendall shouted over the music to me. I scoffed. Of all things, of course that would be all she has to say. Sensing my annoyance I saw her expression soften, to be more relaxed. "Wait, Y/N/N, I'm sorry. What can I get you?" She continued.

"It's Y/N. And anything with lots of alcohol; I don't care." I spat. Kendall's eyes widened visibly at my words, but nevertheless she quickly began ordering. I was forced to wait by my ex-girlfriend's side for a whole five minutes; years ago I would have loved any time at all with the girl, however right now, my drink couldn't arrive soon enough. I couldn't help but think about how things had changed, staring at the stunning model before me brought me nothing but painful memories.

I knew Kendall still wanted to talk; it was evident from the way in which she kept glancing over at me. I, quite frankly, could not care less. Raising the cocktail in my hand, I merely winked at the girl as I brushed past her, and headed back over towards Zayn.

Zayn leant in for a kiss as soon as he saw me. The boy was already rather tipsy, and I wanted to speed up the process of joining his happy state. Laughing, I reached behind him to take a lighter and pack from his back pocket; flashing it at him quickly to let him know where I was heading. He responded with a toothy grin and mumbled something about seeing me later.

Out on the balcony, a gentle breeze hit me. Taking a cigarette from my purse I held it between my lips, while lighting the end. The familiar clouds of smoke obscured the view before me. I was taking what could have only been my fourth drag, when I found the cigarette being knocked out of my hand.

"What the fu-," I shut myself up as I saw who was now stood beside me, her face scrunched up as she concentrated hard on the task at hand; putting out my lit cigarette with her slim stiletto. Many teenagers mess around with cigarettes as they grow up, I knew that I most likely would have with Kylie, had I not been dating Kendall at sixteen. Instead, I found the habit rolling into my final teenage year, single, and perhaps lacking the guidance I previously had. Sighing, I watched as Kendall continued to stamp and twist her heel furiously.

"I hate smoking," she reminded me, gently, with a frown.

"I know." I replied, with an extremely forced smile.

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Zayn's head was resting in my lap while I sent off what must have been my twentieth job application. Searching for work truly was as dull as you would imagine. Since tour had ended, I had moved into a nice little condo with Zayn, but as he was back in the studio I needed a photography gig based in New York.

"So tell me about Kendall Jenner," Zayn suddenly asked in a cheeky tone. I quirked an eyebrow at the Bradford boy, who simply shrugged in response. I ruffled his soft mane of hair lightly.

"Where do I start, Z?" I began dramatically, making the boy chuckle. "My first love, my first time with a girl," I continued, to which Zayn wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Oh and my first heartbreak," I added, with a smile that just failed to reach my eyes.  Zayn let that conversation end there, much to my relief. In some ways, I suppose I was lucky to have managed to avoid seeing my ex-girlfriend up until now; I knew in my heart that being based in the same city meant I couldn't run from her forever. 

Despite our relationship's rough ending, Kendall Jenner was an amazing part of my life. She enabled me to realise my sexuality, and accept it. The time we had together was incredible, and I honestly couldn't say I'd ever want to forget it. She once made me very happy, and that is why I could never regret what we had.

Our break up had caused strain on my relationship with her family; while Kylie stayed closer than ever, the rest of the Kardashian/Jenner clan no longer wanted to know me, which was somewhat understandable, I suppose. It hurt; Kendall and Kylie's family had in a way, been my family. My brother was now travelling Europe, living off of our parents' money, while my parents continued to avoid spending any actual time with us.

Kylie was still in Los Angeles, becoming one of the world's youngest, successful businesswomen; I was insanely proud of her, but I missed her like mad.  Part of me wanted to beg Kylie to come and visit, but I knew that would be selfish. She was busy, and I was happy for her. The sound of soft snores interrupted my overwhelming thoughts.  Glancing down, I noticed that Zayn was now fast asleep, his head snuggled tightly against me.

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