She Moves In Her Own Way

Chapter 9

I blame the adrenaline. Or the hormones.

Our lips moved in sync as I pulled myself closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Zayn reacted immediately as his arms enclosed my waist, his tongue brushed against my lips, and he pushed me up against the nearest wall.

And as his tongue slipped into my mouth and danced around with mine, my fingers ran through his hair (which I honestly felt kind of bad for messing up). I felt so happy. There were butterflies in my tummy, tingles wherever he touched me, and fireworks in my brain that made everything hazy. And I loved it.

In fact, I was so caught up in it, I didn’t hear the thuds of five pairs of feet as they landed off the zip-line.

“Future note to self, don’t leave Addy and Zayn alone for prolonged amounts of time,” Bridget teased. Louis clicked his tongue as he smirked, making his way inbetween Zayn and I as Liam peeled me off the dark skinned boy.

Once the boys had managed to detangle us, I looked up at Zayn, wide eyed and dazed. “Holy shit,” I muttered to myself. Can you say amazing?

*****

“Let’s play a game!” Louis announced, jumping up from his spot on the couch.

We’d made our way back to the boys’ hotel room from the landing pad, having to use some secret back entrance because there still was a shit load of people outside the front of the hotel (not sure why?). Aurora had come over at Louis’ request, Niall had finally gotten the nerve to call Mercy so she had joined the fun, and Bridget was also with us. Whom I’m ninety percent sure Liam had a thing for.

I found myself struggling to constrain my laughter when I realized this left Harry as the only boy without a little lady friend.

“Yes! Games are fun!” Harry cheered, making his way into the suite’s kitchen and coming out with a few bottles of Jack Daniel’s. I liked the look of this.

“Harry…” Liam warned.

“It’s just a little drinking game!”

“I don’t drink,” Mercy said slowly, averting Niall’s gaze.

“That’s just fine, love,” Niall replied with a smile, gently lifting her chin so she looked at him. “Neither does Liam.” Their eyes connected and they couldn’t seem to look away from each other.

“So what is this game?” Zayn asked.

“It’s quite simple,” Harry started, plopping down on the sofa between Zayn and I. Of course. “Someone will come up with a question, we all go around and answer, whoever comes up with the best answer wins. Losers have to take a swig of the liquor. Liam and Mercy can drink salted water.”

“That’s disgusting!” Liam protested.

“That’s the rules,” Harry retorted with a smirk. “So I’ll come up with the question first. Uh, what’s your favorite color and why? Mine’s purple, I like it because it matches a lot of things.”

“Orange, it’s the color of carrots, which I love,” Louis answered.

Aurora smiled. “Blue, it calms me down.”

“I have to say green,” Niall stated. “I’m Irish.”

“Yellow, it’s so vibrant and energetic,” Mercy said.

“I personally love black,” Zayn replied. “It’s so mysterious.”

“Red, the color of passion,” I grinned, twirling a finger around my red hair.

“I have to agree with Niall, I love green,” Liam said. “It symbolizes peace.”

“Pink,” Bridget answered after a moment. “That’s the color shirt my little sister was wearing at the airport when I left home.”

We all agreed Bridget had the best answer so when two bottles of Jack and a cup of salted water were passed around, she got to ignore it. “I’ve got one,” Louis piped up. “Have you ever been in love?”

“Never,” Harry answered with a crooked smile.

“I’d say I am now,” Lou replied, winking at Aurora. She gave him a peck on the cheek and agreed.

“Of course,” Niall said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “WITH FOOD!”

Mercy rolled her eyes and said, “Maybe. I’m not quite sure yet.”

Zayn smirked as he looked at me. “Same thing as Mercy.”

“I think I am,” Liam mumbled quietly as he looked at Bridget intently. Gahhh, they were too fucking cute, he needed to ask her out already.

Bridget laughed and nodded.

“I have been, once before,” I said.

“What happened?” Lou went on.

I couldn’t help but smile. “It’s a bit ironic. While in the midst of me confessing my undying love for him, he got arrested for possession of drugs. He was literally handcuffed right in front of me as I was like halfway through those three little words.”

Harry busted out in laughter, totally failing at any attempt to cover it up. “I think we can all agree that Addy won that one,” Harry said through chuckles, eventually being able to take a drink of his share of alcohol. Zayn took a swig of the drink after him, keeping his eyes on me as if trying to analyze my story. When I caught him staring he just shook his head and smiled. Jesus, his jaw line is going to kill me.

The game progressed and the group, or at least those who were drinking, became more under the influence of the liquor. The questions also got worse – “Who’s your favorite Harry Potter character?” “How do you think Hitler kept his mustache so well kept?” “Favorite cereal?” “Which is better, Squidward’s laugh or Patrick’s stupidity?” “On a scale of one to Chris Brown, how mad were you?”

Eventually we were all pretty tired. Mercy, Aurora, and Bridgette managed to take a cab back to their apartments but Liam refused to let me leave.

“You live clear on the other side of town and you’re absolutely smashed compared to everyone else,” he reasoned. I snorted. If this was smashed, he obviously had not seen me at Layla’s party. “It’s simply not safe.”

“Whatever,” I slurred. “But Harry has to make me blueberry pancakes in the morning. The ones with the face made out of bacon and whipped cream!”

Harry stumbled over. “Why meee?” he whined.

“Because I said so,” I giggled. “And it was your idea to play this game.”

Liam just laughed and walked away, shaking his head. Zayn then came and guided me to his room, giving me a pair of boxers and a t-shirt to slip into. I quickly changed (or more stumbled into the clothes, I think the shirt was actually on inside out) and made it back into his room, only to find it empty.

“Zayn?” I called out as I climbed into the bed.

“Yeah, babe?” His head peeked into the doorframe from the suite’s hallway.

“Sleep with me?” I pouted.

“Fat chance!” a group of voices called out from the next room over.

Zayn chuckled. “I’m afraid the boys are a bit against that due to our previous encounter this evening. I’ll be a gentleman and take the couch.”

I smirked as I thought of our kiss. But before I could come up with a witty comeback, sleep had overtaken my body.

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A/N:

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