The Way We Made It Happen [UNDER PAINFULLY SLOW EDITING]

Chapter 2 - A new beginning.

Edited - 8th MAY 2015

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-Zayn's POV-

"Hey, pretty boy you actually socialize?" Kendall sneered, leaning across the table to shout in my ear so that I could hear her over all the music.

"No shit, Kendall" I snorted, batting away her hand as it creeped up the front of my t-shirt.

"Don't tell me that out of all the people, you don't want me. You're getting to fuck the hottest girl in high school and you don't want to?" she said seductively, pressing herself against me, her hands roaming south of my body.

I pushed her off, "Get away from me, Kendall" I grumbled, moving away from the kitchen counter.

We all were at the unofficial farewell party for our senior class at some chick called Courtney's house. Man, she had a fucking awesome place. Out of habit, my eyes skirted around the dance floor to catch a glimpse of that certain girl who's hand he would never bat away if they roamed south of his body.

He spotted her dancing like a maniac, her brown hair flying everywhere as she ground herself against Evan Kent. I shut my eyes, counting backwards from ten. Why did she want to grind with that pathetic little piece of shit and not him? I mean I could make her feel so good. It's not fair.

"Zayn Malik! What are you doing here?" a voice called out from behind me. I turned around to see a very drunk Courtney smiling at me, a glass of scotch in her hands.

"You invited me, I guess?" I said, trying to hide my disgust at what she was wearing. It wasn't that sexy, more like sleazy and it made it look like she had "COME FUCK ME TILL YOU WANT" on her chest. Not a good look.

"Hello, Courtney" he heard a voice say behind him and Evan stepped into his line of vision and slipped an arm around Courtney's waist and pressed his lips against hers. It looked so normal, like they'd done it a thousand times before.

Did he not realize that his girlfriend was dancing just a few feet away from him? And from what I know, Evan Kent doesn't drink. So why was he making out with this hoe?

I shook my head and grabbed my solo cup and made my way out the back door. Mostly everyone was inside the house, slowly getting wasted and probably doing drugs in Courtney's bathroom. The only reason I came for this party was to meet Hannah Baker. My God, did I want her. I have never in my eighteen years ever felt so strongly about a person I haven't even known completely.

Then before I knew, I pulled out my phone and opened up her instagram page. This wasn't something I did in public, it was probably the alcohol doing it but he knew that he needed to see her. He pulled out a cigarette from his jacket and lit it taking a long shot and slowly blowing it out. He felt bad for her, her boyfriend was cheating on her and she didn't even know it. It wasn't in his place to go and rat out on Evan but it wasn't fair to her. He sat there for a good twenty minutes debating with himself if he should or should not tell her.

He locked his phone and was stumping out his cigarette when he heard a voice behind him , "Do you mind if I join you?"

Hannah stepped into his view and sat down next to him on the rock where he sat. She had two glasses in her hand, both filled with a strong smelling clear liquid. "Do you have another cigarette?"

"Uh, yeah" I said, handing her the entire pack and the tiny guitar-shaped lighter he carried with him everywhere. She pulled one out and lit it, her hands shaking slightly. She was definitely high if not drunk.

"Do you know that that son of bitch is cheating on me!?" she yelled after two minutes, throwing away the half-burnt cigarette.

"Uh, I saw him kiss Courtney Heat back at the party, but I think it was just drunken mistake" I stammered, looking at her. She was wearing a short black dress with a plunging neckline and black heels, but it wasn't sleazy. She wasn't begging for it like Kendall or Courtney was.

"Yeah, that asshole" she said, lifting up the cup to her lips and taking a long swig of her drink.

"What does he think, that no one wants me? I'll show him how many people actually want me" she muttered, draining the cup and throwing it away.

"You can totally kiss me, you know that."I smirked, chancing it.

"Gladly, but I want someone who's always there for me Zayn! I want a boyfriend, a countable one! Somebody who cares for me!" she said, her eyes filling with tears.

"Who said I can't do all of that?" I said without thinking and she looked taken back. She got up and motioned for me to get up too. She was shorter than me and I towered over her as I looked down at her.

"Do you mean that?" she said quietly, her hands skimming the front of my t-shirt and wrapping around the back of my neck.

"Yes" I whispered, our lips dangerously close. We were sharing the same breath and hers smelt like cigarettes and cherry vodka.

"So shut up and kiss me" she said, and I didn't waste my time in crashing my lips against her, my hands snaking around her waist and pulling her body into mine. She opened her mouth against mine, giving me permission to swipe my tongue against hers and I did it. She caught my bottom lip between her teeth and before I could stop myself, I growled.

"Gosh, Zayn. That was so sexy. Lets go find a room" she muttered, kissing me even harder. She pushed us back hurriedly towards the house and I guess she knew her way around because she pushed me into the hallway near the back door and leaned herself against the first door she found. Never breaking the kiss, I fumbled behind her and twisted the doorknob, throwing our conjoined bodies into the darkness.

God, kissing her was amazing.

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