I Want What I Can't Have

Chapter twelve

AUTHOR'S NOTES:  PROBABLY WON'T BE ABLE TO UPDATE IN ABOUT A WEEK BECAUSE I'LL BE AT THE BEACH, SO HERE'S AN EXTRA LONG CHAPTER. :) x 

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR ARI, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUU." I opened my eyes to see everybody singing 'Happy Birthday' to me. I had to let all my thoughts settle and organized before I sat up, or else I'd look like a confused turtle or something. When I did, I rubbed my eyes then smiled at everybody. By everybody, I mean everybody. Dad, Preston, Zayn, Harry, Niall, Liam,  Louis, Josh, Eleanor, Lesley, and Danielle. My dad handed me a chocolate cupcake witha  little candle stuck in it and gave me a soft kiss.

"Awe, guys! You're the best!" I yawned. Louis pointed at the candle.

"Go ahead, make a wish!" I shot a little look at Zayn, only to realize that my dad was staring right at us. Ignoring that, I closed my eyes and blew the candle out, making my wish.

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I did one last twirl in the moirror, checking to make sure I looked okay. My long hair was curled into perfect, stretched out ringlets and makeup was absolutely perfected. My eyelashes were long, every blemish was covered, and eyeshadow was dark grey and shiny silver. A plain, strapless black dress hugged every curve on me perfectly and ended in mid thigh. Snatching my little handback and sliding my black ankle boot heels on, I walked outside of my  hotel room. There, Harry, Zayn, and Preston were standing around in nice, tucked in shirts. As soon as my door shut behind me, all three heads turned. Preston and Harry smiled, but Zayn was eyeing me up and down. I spun on my heels then grinned at them.

"So?" I lifted my eyebrows. Preston walked over to me and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"You look great, birthday girl."

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"So, how does it feel to be eighteen?"Niall smiled over to me, leaning back in his chair and throwing an arm around Lesley. I shrugged, taking a sip of my coca cola.

"No different," I sighed, glancing over to see my dad to make sure he wasn't listening to what I was about to say. "I just wish I was in the UK to actually party."

"We can all still go to the club, just no drinking." Josh suggested. My dad flicked his head in our direction.

"Nobody's going nowhere. This dinner was enough." Dad set clear. Me and a couple of others groaned

"Come on, Paul! It's her birthday! What's a birthday with no party?" Louis protested, others joining in. My dad scrunched his nose then let out a sigh.

"Okay...fine..but Josh, you're going with them. And if anybody comes home with a drop of alcohol in them, Ariana is never doing anything with you guys again." He set forward. Everybody cheered, promising to take care of me. I mouthed 'thank you' to him and he nodded. Righ when my dad's head turned the other way to talk to Preston, I felt a hand being placed on my bare knee. 

I froze for a second, then pretended like I didn't feel it, so I started sipping through the straw of my drink.  He knew I could feel him, though. I was just pretending so my dad - or aybody else - wouldn't get suspicious. Zayn's hand began traveling slowly up my smooth thigh, making circular motions with his thumb. I nearly chocked on my drink. 

"You okay, Ariana?" He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and put my drink down.

"Not the time, Zayn." He ended his motions at the hem of my dress. He took the end of my dress inbetween his fingers and began playing with it.

"Hm, eighteen years old, yeah?"

"Not here, Zayn." I spoke through the side of my mouth. He let out a small chuckle.