Heartless

Chapter 4

Carissa's POV

When I wake up, I immediately have a huge headache as I stand.

"I shouldn't have taken so much drinks," I groan out as I head into the bathroom to shower.

The shirt I was wearing is now on the floor and I step in the tub, closing the curtain. As the shower turns on, I let it run down my body before grabbing my vanilla scented body wash. I squirt some onto my hand and rub my arms and neck with it, creating suds as I lather my stomach and legs. The shampoo is next as I squirt some in my hand again, and wash my hair.

After washing the shampoo out, I condition my hair, and wash that out. I turn off the shower and step out, wrapping myself in a towel and I brush my teeth.

The headache is gone as I dry myself off, and place the towel on the floor before putting on my underwear and bra. I wear a pair of sweats and a white tank top for the day and head out of my bedroom.

Someone knocks on the door and I groan before walking over to it. Opening the door, Liam appears in front of me, wearing the same thing from last night.

"Hey Carissa," he smiles at me. "I love what you're wearing today."

"Oh thanks," I blush. He digs in his pockets for something, and smirks.

"So, me and the boys are going out tomorrow night," he takes my hand and writes something. "And if you need anything," he goes up to my ear, "anything, I'll be there."

"Are you always like this?" I ask in a whisper and he pulls away.

"Maybe, but you saw what I can do last night. It's a shame the it's was ended shortly." He clicks the roof of his mouth with his tongue.

"It's okay," I assure him.

"So I'm going to head off," he leans in to kiss my cheek. "But don't be afraid to call me if you need anything." Liam pulls away and walks down the hall. I look down at my hand, and he's written a his phone number on it.

I bite my lip and put his number in my phone, and text him that it's me before putting it away.

Just as I'm about to close my door, someone pulls me forward into Zayn's apartment. Niall pushes me against the door and kisses me, his tongue slipping in my mouth. His hips meet mine as he starts grinding onto me.

I pull away breathlessly and stare at him. "F.uck Niall." I try to catch my breath, staring into his blue eyes as his hands travel to my sweats.

"I had a dream about you," he states as he slips a hand under my sweats, and starts rubbing over my knickers.

"W-What di-d you dream ab-bout?" My breaths shorten as he nips at my neck.

"I dreamed about you in my bed," he mumbles against my skin, pulling me closer, his hand still latched on to my core. "On your back, legs wide open. You're pulling at my hair while I eat you out."

"Niall someone is going to see us," I begin to panic but he just chuckles.

"Don't worry, they're not awake yet, but if they do, I don't mind letting them watch." I can imagine the boys right now, sitting on the couch, palming themselves as me and Niall f.uck.

Oh gosh.

I'm not going to lie, they are all the hottest guys I've ever seen, but Zayn's shit attitude got in the way.

"Niall, Zayn will come in the room and he'll see us-" I try to protest but he cuts me off.

"No he won't, now," he cups my back and places me on the floor. "I wanna f.ucking taste your p.ussy."