Heartless

Chapter 8

Carissa's POV

"Louis," I whine as he rolls his eyes at me.

"I don't care what you wear Carissa, anything looks good on you." I blush from his compliment but groan in frustration.

I've been trying to find an outfit to wear tonight, and I wanted Louis' help, but he's no help at all. All he's been saying is, "that's good", and "mhm," which is getting me annoyed.

"I'm serious now," I lift two outfits. "This one," I lift the one on the right, "or this one," I lift the one on the left.

"I like the one on the left," he smirks, "because I know it'll show more cleavage than the other one." I throw the other dress at him as I laugh.

"Shut up," I giggle and step into the bathroom.

"I'll be waiting you my sexy!" He shouts as I shut the door.

Me and Louis have a weird relationship. Like, we can joke around a lot, but we're not together. Louis is a funny guy, and at the same time he's sweet.

After a quick shower, I dry myself off and slip on my undergarments before moving on to the black dress. It's tight on me, but it shows my curves nicely. The ends reach to the higher part of my thigh, and the top, like Louis said, shows more cleavage than normal.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I look towards Louis, who shows a smirk.

"I told you," he says, leaving back into my bed.

"Heels?" I ask, opening my closet.

"Black definitely." I pull out my black pumps and sit on the bed. After putting them on, I stand up, but stumble back onto the bed, falling onto Louis.

"Oh hey," he says loudly. "I never knew you would be on top." He smirks at me.

"Hey," I teasingly lean into his ear, "you don't even know the half of what I can do in bed."

"Carissa stop talking before I get a boner," he groans.

"You started it," I say back as I get off of him, and grab my phone.

"Let's go, the boys will think that we f.ucked." Nodding, we both walk out of my apartment at head into Zayn's place.

"Ready?" I ask them. The boys all stand, and walk out the door, me being the last one walking.

"So Carissa," Liam walks beside me, "I was wondering if I could have a night with you. Ya know, because we didn't get to finish what we started last time."

"As tempting as that sounds, I'll pass. I don't want Zayn getting mad." I whisper the last part as we exit the apartment complex.

"He doesn't have to know," he says, walking closer to me.

"You know he'll be so mad that he'll kill you and me if he finds out right?" Liam sighs sadly and nods as he enters the drivers seat. When I open the back seats, all of them are taken.

"Where am I going to sit?" Louis, Niall, and Zayn are siting in the seats, staring at me.

"You can sit on my lap," Zayn says, smiling at me.

"Get it!" Louis yells as I climb onto Zayn's lap.

"Shut up," Zayn growls as he shuts the door. Liam turns the car on and he begins driving.

"I like your dress," Zayn compliments.

"Thanks," I say back as I watch Harry's curls from his seat.

"Dude, just f.uck her already," Louis groans. My cheeks heat up as I shift uncomfortably at his words.

"Stop," Zayn breathes out. I don't understand why he said that until I feel something against my bum.

"Sorry," I whisper back as Liam pulls into a different club.

"So this is the place," Liam says as he steps out.

This club looks new, and full...of hot guys.

"Damn," I say to myself as a guy passes by me. He turns around and shoots me a wink before heading in.

"Hey Liam!" The guard greets him. Liam nods as the guard lets us through, the crowd of people groaning as we walk in.

We all take a booth, and a server comes with shots.

"You're really cute," I lean against the table, knowing that he can see my chest.

"I-uh thanks," his cheeks light up.

"Just leave the whole tray," I tell him. The boys stare at me as the server puts the tray down.

"I'll come back later to take the tray back," he says as he starts to walk away.

"Wait!" I quickly stand and walk in front of him.

"Yeah?" His blue eyes stare into mine, not my chest. Now that's a gentleman. His name tag reads 'James', cute name for a cute guy.

"I was wondering if you wanted to dance later," I adjust the ends of my dress in nervousness.

"Sure, I'm off in about ten minutes," he smiles at me as his body comes closer.

"I'll be at the booth waiting," I wink at him as I walk back to the booth.

Zayn's POV

"Zayn stop clenching your jaw like that," Harry says. I glare at him but unclench my jaw as Carissa returns.

Carissa is playing the flirtatious one tonight, and I don't like that she's being like that to other people.

"I'm gonna go dance while I wait for the server," she says and walks away from the booth.

"What?" I ask. She turns around and stares at me confusingly.

"I'm gonna dance, and when the server is finished with his shift, he's gonna dance with me." She informs, turning back on her heel and walks away.

"But I wanted to dance with you," I whisper to myself as I watch her get swallowed in the sea of bodies.

"Is she yours?" I hear Liam say to me.

"What?" Turning my head, Liam stares at me weirdly.

"Are you and Carissa together? Did you guys f.uck yet?"

"No and no." I answer back. A smirk grows on his face as he props his elbows onto the table.

"So it's fine if I f.uck her tonight?" Anger boils in my veins as his smirk gets bigger.

"No," I answer quickly, glaring at him,

"Why not?"

"Because I said so," I bite back. That f.ucking smirk is annoying me.

"You're overprotective about Carissa," he mumbles.

Just as I'm about to say something, the server comes, but he's not wearing his work attire.

"Have you seen your friend?" He asks, toying with his leather bracelet.

"She's dancing right now," Liam informs him.

"Alright thanks," he says to him as he starts to walk away.

Quickly standing up, I stride to him and put an arm on his shoulder, turning him around.

"Allow me to introduce myself," I release my hand from him and put it in front of him, "I'm Zayn, her boyfriend."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N

Hello again my readers, just to let you know that I'm probably not going to be updating because I have a crap load of essays and projects, and just high school in general is pissing me off at the moment.

Are you guys in high school? The stress is killing me right now but I love you guys which makes me forget half of the s.hit I'm going through.

QOTD: How do you deal with stress?

AOTD: Sleeping on it, and listening to music.

What's your answer? Comment below and I'll read'em!

~smileforzayn