POSSIBLY British (Harry Styles Fanfic)

DJ. YA MEAN BJ?

• Lana's pov •

Proms tonight and Ella totally ditched me. I'm going to ring her neck if I don't have a good time with just Zayn.

If I die of boredom I will come back from the dead and drag her down with me.

I am sat in front of my very well lit vanity deciding whether or not I want to curl my hair or go back to bed.

My phone buzzed on the counter beside me and I checked to see who it was.

Zayn, of course.

*tonights gonna be wicked, pick you up at 8 xoxo.*

Guess I'm curling my hair.

I finished touching up my makeup and curls and went to my closet to get my prom dress.

It's a red high low dress with a sweetheart neckline and bejeweled boddess. It suites me well, I think. I guess I'll know if Zayns eyes pop out of their sockets or not.

It's 10 till 8 and I am really not feelin prom. Maybe Zayn will feel the same and we can go back to his place and do a little somethin somethin.

The doorbell rang and I nearly broke both my ankles, a knee, and a hip trying to run down the stairs in these shoes.

When I finally conquered the stairs and walked into the foyer, my mother had already answered the door.

"Honey! You look absolutly stunning!" my mom was about to get all weak and sobby. Dang flab it.

"Thanks mom!" I gave her a soft hug and she insisted Zayn and I take a picture.

By the time my mom was done crying over the fact that I'm a senior now and that I'm growing up, and after the 50 millionth picture, Zayn and I finally got to his car.

We pulled up to the building prom was in and I could already hear the loud bumping from upstairs.

Zayn walked around the car and got the door for me. During the whole 20 minute car ride I didn't get a single compliment, comment, or even a word from him.

"Zayn you acting really freaking weird, why won't you even look at me? Do I really look that bad!?" I was pretty much done at this point

"Da-n it Lana! Every time I see even a glimpse of you out of the corner of my eye I want to rip that dress off of you and f-ck you right here right now. Did you have to get such a tight arse dress! Couldn't you have gone with like, full length denim." oh

"Yeah cuz that'd be hot. You're such a douche, god." I walked as fast as I could away from Zayn, handing the man at the door my ticket and pushing my way through a crowd of horny teenagers.

"Lana would you stop it! Quit walking away from me, this isn't how tonight was supposed to go...."

"Well when you decide you can control your hormones and look at me then maybe I'll talk to you." I huffed

"Baby, you look beautiful. I'm sorry for being a d-ckhead. I really love your hair too." baby BaBy BABY bAbY

"Thanks ." I could feel myself blush from his choice of words, heck I sure am glad it's dark in here

Uh oh.

The oh so familiar beat just dropped. This won't turn out good.

"Hey isn't this Sevyn Streeter?" Zayn asked

I tried to pretend I didn't hear him.

"Lana?"

"YEA IT IS CAN I GIVE YOU A BLOW JOB!" OH MY GOD WHATS WRONG WITH ME, THIS SONG MAKES ME WANT TO EFF ZAYN ON A TABLE

"uhhhhhhhhhhh"

"I'm sorry, I uh, I meant do you wanna dance?" I forced the cheesiest smile I'm sure anyone's ever seen and tried not to strangle myself

'And it won't stop' the song echoed through the hall

"I'd much rather a blow job if I'm being honest. Isn't it you that's always tells me honesty is key in a relationship?" fml
"ok then how bout given me some head."

"You have such a dirty mouth Zayn Javadd."

"No I think you're about to have the dirty mouth."

OH My goD

"There's people around, we'll get kicked out."

"Stop lying to yourself. Look those people over there are having sex. hurry up before this song is over."

'Ahhhhhhh ahhhh'

"Ok ok fine."

We walked over to an even darker corner and I unzipped Zayns pants.

My eyes nearly popped out of my gosh dang head. Holy mother of Jesus was it this big the night we had sex?

"I. I don't think that's gonna fit in my mouth." this is so awkward

"It's called deep throating babe. Go for it pleasure me and I'll give you a little gift later." Zayn winked

Here goes nothin

I pulled down his boxers and held his length in my hand.

Both my hands.

I took his growing erection into my mouth and swirled my tongue around his tip.

When I looked up at Zayn he was fighting a look of sheer pleasure.

He moved his hands on top of mine as I pumped them up and down his shaft.

I could tell he was getting close when his legs got shaky.

Oh god. He shoved his mhm farther back in my mouth and I couldn't even breathe anymore.

"Lan- l.... I'm about to come. It's your choice to swallow it or not."

'And it won't stop, ahhhh ahhh'

Da-n right it won't stop

Oh. Yep I don't have a choice. His mhm went down my throat and I near about choked to death. Now I understand the phrase 'choking on the d'.

Zayn reached his peak and came in my mouth. I really had no choice but to swallow it. It's not that bad though, it kinda just tastes like pee smells, i don't know.

Zayn pulled his boxers and pants back up and slid his back down the wall.

"That is by far the best head I've ever gotten." he panted, leaning his head back against the wall and grabbing my hand.

"Well good, now you can go get me some punch because my mouth tastes like piss smells."

"Anything for the best DJ, or should I say BJ-er in the house. I think your going to have to take my requests more often." cheeky lad

While Zayn was gone getting my punch I had several girls walk by congratulating me on the big D. I told all of them to f-ck off and go find their own D to choke on.

My 'head' will forever be 'filled' with the 'memories' of prom 2014.

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Hi here's your double update.

I honestly should combine this chapter and the last one but I just had such creative chapter names that I had to make it a double update.

Thanks for all the reads!

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