Secrets (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 20

I sip the clear liquid, and to my surprise, it tastes like water. I gulp the entire cup, slamming it on the counter.

"Wow, you really were thirsty. Have some more." She hands me another cup and I chug it down. To be completely honest, I was surprised people would even think of bringing water to a college party. But now that I've found a source, I know I'll be coming back for more throughout the night.

"Where's Zayn?" Jade asks, looking past me.

"I have no idea." I shrug, and can't help but smile at her. She flips her hair over her shoulder, and tugs at her short, exposing her cleavage.

"Well, I'll go find him." She prances toward the doorway, looking back at me swiftly. "For you of course."

My thoughts are faded, and a rush of adrenaline floods my system. I remember what Zayn said about me having fun tonight, and I agree. I've been through hell, and have been working my ass off in school. I deserve a damn good night. The beat of house music pounds throughout the house, and I follow the noise straight to the source. I lean against the speaker, probably blowing my eardrum. But hell, who the fuck cares? Bringing the cup to my lips, I watch the crowd as everybody continues to dry hump each other and sweat drips down their foreheads. The body heat spreading throughout the room makes me uncomfortable, so I remove my sweater, leaving me in a black tank top.

"I'm not sure I heard anything about girls stripping at this party love." A deep voice yells behind me. I could barely hear him over the music, but I managed to make it out.

I turn, to be greeted by a boy with brown curly hair, and bright green eyes.

I remember him.

The elevator, the staircase, the beanie hiding his curls. I've seen him before at school, I just don't know his name. Except this time, it's no beanie, a slightly open plaid flannel shirt and black skin tight jeans. His hair is wild, as if he ran his fingers through it, and walked out of his dorm.

"Yeah, well I'm breaking all the rules tonight." I slur. What the hell am I saying?

"Clearly." He stands next to me, and joins in my crowd watching. We spend the next 15 minutes judging people's horrible dance moves, and hideous make out sessions. Until, a man approaches me.

"Dance with me babe." His voice is husky, and gross. His breath crawls down my neck, but my adrenaline takes over and I don't give a fuck.

I need to have fun.

I turn to the man next to me, needing to ask him one thing before I forget it, along with to he rest of this night.

"What's your name?" I yell, over the pounding music.

"Harry." He leans into my ear, and I know I heard him correctly.

"Oh, Harry Potter right? Shit, I love those books." I can't help but laugh, because my imagination is reaching new heights tonight, and I'm saying shit I know I won't remember.

"Haha, yeah. Like him." He smiles down at me, and I appreciate his attempt to make me feel better. We both know I'm not making sense.

"Well, I'll see you later Harry, I'm Ella by the way." I wave back at him and make my way towards the crowd of people.

The random guy pulls me by the hand, and guides me in front of him before placing his hands on my hips. I feel his crotch against my ass, and I'm suddenly uncomfortable. I don't like the way this feels, and my mind is screaming at me to stop. But my blood is rushing and I refuse to stress over anything tonight. He pulls me closer to him, and I reach my hands behind his neck, bringing his lips to shoulder. We sway and bump to the music, and I'm at an unreachable high, floating on cloud fucking nine. His grip becomes tighter, and it's enough to snap me out of my daze.

I bring my hands down to his, trying to peal his fingers from my skin. But he won't let go.

"Okay, let me go." I whimper, wanting to get the hell away from him.

He won't let go, and I yank my body away from him. My palm slaps across his face, and he stands in shock, staring at me wide eyed. I back away, and disappear in the crowd. I run toward the kitchen and grab another cup of water, oddly letting it warm my throat.

My nerves calm, and I make my way out into the hall, leaning against the staircase. My head is spinning, and I'm convinced it's dehydration. It's so damn hot in here, I can't handle it.

"Hey, you okay?"

Another fucking guy.

"I'm f-fine." I stutter, and look up at him. His hair swipes across his forehead, and his bright blue eyes stare into mine. He must be growing his hair out, because fucking hell, he needs a cut.

"I'm Louis. And you are?"

Louis. What a pretty name.

"Ella,have you- you, seen Zayn?" My eyes feel heavy, and I can't walk straight. Next I know to go, will certainly be my speech.

His body stiffens, and he rubs the back of his neck.

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"He went upstairs, but I haven't seen him since." He points up the staircase, and steps out of my way.

"Thank you, you're so kind and sweet Lilly." I giggle, as I stumble up the stairs. The hallway is dark, as the olive green walls drape around me. The old wooden floor creaks with every step I take, and the sound is making my head ache.

"There you are sweetheart." A hand grabs my wrist, spinning me around. It's the stranger from the dance floor.

Shit.

"Why would you leave me like that, huh?" He presses his hands against the wall behind me, on each side of my head.

I'm trapped.

"Uhmm, I was getting a little hot." I mumble, frantically searching for someone, anyone, to help me.

No one.

He presses his lips to my neck, and I immediately wake up. I'm shit faced drunk, I know it. That drink wasn't water at all. My head continues to spin, but I'm more aware now than I was two minutes ago. He continues to run his lips down my neck, and I've come down to one option.

I force my knee up to his crotch, slamming it into him spot on. He groans, and falls to the floor, culling himself.

"Don't fucking touch me." I spit, kicking him once more in the groin.

I have a thing about my space.

Realizing he can get up at any time, I run down the hallway, searching for any sign of people. I rush into a random room, slamming the door behind me.

I'm not alone though.

Sighs, and groans sound throughout the room. I cringe at the noise, but for whatever reason, stand to switch on the light. The lamp illuminates the room, and to my surprise I see a head of electric blue hair lying on top of someone, planting kisses all over them.

Jade.

"Jade?" I croak.

She turns to me, smiling wickedly as she sits up on the strangers lap.

"Hey Ella." Her voice is venomous, and as the stranger turns his face, my heart falls to the floor.

Zayn.