I Want What I Can't Have

Chapter eight

"Cheers to Los Angeles!" Louis slurred out, indicating that he was drunk. Everybody clicked their beer bottes together, taking a chug of it, even though this is probably the fourth time we cheered with the same beer bottles. I tilted my head all the way back, along with a couple of others from the group, and finished the rest of it. I fell back into the sand, pulled the bottle away from my lips, and brought the bttle to my eye. My blurry vision examined the empty bottle for any more drink.

"I'm out!" I pouted.

"We drank them al, love! Sorry!" Louis shrugged, finding a seat next to Eleanor in the sand. Zayn crawled over to me and snaked his arm around my waist. Hm, I guess everybody had fallen to the sand.

"How many of those have you had?" His lips were so close to my ear, and his warm breathe sent chills down my spine when it hit my skin. I giggled, not realy able to remember the amount of drinks I've taken.

"Let's just say...this wa-was my first one, yeah?" I lifted my hands up to my shoulders, shrugging my shoulders and making it look like I was holding plates. Zayn shook his head in amusment.

"You're so drunk." He laughed. I widened my eyes at him, then pressed my finger to his lips.

"Shh!" I hushed him. Then I brought the same finger to my lips, hushing myself. He's right, I'm drunk as piss. At that moment, I came up with an idea that seemed brilliant at the time. I kept the finger on my lips, but brought them to Zayn's, so all that as separating us was a finger. By now, everybody else was too preoccupied in their own business to notice us. Zayn smiled, grabbing my wrist and slowly removing my finger. We kissed passionately for a few seconds, then he removed his lips from mine, bringing them to my ear.

"Your room or mine?"

I giggled, snatching my bag and throwing the clothes I brought in the bag. I wrapped my little fingers around Zayn's wrist, using him as support to stand up, and we snuck off without anybody really realizing.

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I laughed as I searched for around my bag for my hotel key while Zayn gave me little butterfly kisseson my neck. I was too drunk to think, I was just in a good mood. I quit searching for the key and turned around to faec Zayn. I threw my bg , that still had my key and clothes with a few other things in it, on the floor and leaned up against my door. "I'm tired of looking." I pouted. Zayn laughed and rested his palms on the part of the door right above my shoulders. He rested his forehead on mine and just smiled. I put my hands on the back of his head, pulling him into another kiss and clenching his hair a bit.

We kissed for a few minutes, making it deeper and more passionate. The only time our lips moved apart was to catch a half second breath. I regretted more and more taht I didn't keep looking for my key..

"ARIANA HIGGINS." I heard a deep voice shout from the end of the hallway. Zayn immediately jumped back, pulling away from me and pressed his hands to his forehead. I cursed under my breath as my dad made his way down the hall.

"It is twelve am! I've been looking for you guys everywhere for you guys and I come back to find you and Zayn snogging?!" He yelled with complete anger in his voice. I shut my eyes and shook my head.

"Dad it's really not-"

"Have you guys been drinking?!" He shrieked. My eyelids shot open and I covered my mouth, silently scolding myself for forgetting that we've had beers. "You guys are both under age, and Zayn, YOU have work tomorrow!"

"I'm sorry, sir. Please don't be angry at Ariana. We were just on the beach all day and-"

"Oh, I'm sure you were probably swalling my daughter there, too? I know what you were trying to do, Zayn. You wanted to bring her back to the hotel room and-"

"Dad! Oh my god! This is none of your business! I'm seventeen, you can't keep babysitting me." My voice was raspy and uneven, as if it was almost gone. Zayn looked scared to death. God, this is so embarrassing!

"Zayn, please go back to your hotel room, now." My dad's voice was calm but stern. Zayn nodded and turned around to go to his room that was only a few doors down.

"I'm so sorry, Zayn!' i called to him as he walked into his hotel room. When he was out of sight, my dad crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at me.

"Ariana Higgins, listen to me. You are never to see that boy again on your own time, you hear me?" My mouth dropped open.

"Dad, you're being so unfair! You're the one that wanted me to get along-"

"Not like that, Ariana! I meant just friends, okay? And no, what's unfair is that I'm here specifically for work purposes and I have to keep some nineteen year old popstar off my seventeen year old daughter. It's unfair that I find you guys making out while you're both drunk and half naked!" He shouted, pointing down at my bathing suit.

"Oh, so you think of him as 'some popstar' now? Dad, you treat them as if they're your own children! And I'll be eighteen next week! Plus, we were on the beach! It's not like I'll go there in skinny jeans. God, I'm not a child anymore!" I pleaded at him, noticing that Louis and the others were standing behind my dad.

"Is everything alright, Paul?" Harry hesitantly asked, falling back a bit because of how drunk he was. This will not make anything better. Dad turned to face the others. I dropped down, picked up my bag, and quickly found my key. 

"No, my dad is pissed that I'm drunk, was making out with Zayn, and about let him get in my damn pants." I smirked, making all eyes widen towards me, including my dad's. I just opened my door and said one last thing before I slammed it. "Like I said, I'm not a child."