The Only Exception

The Party

In my groggy haze I stumbled across the still crowded floor in search of Amber. It was safe to say I had a few drinks too many and with only the black lights on it was difficult to distinguish faces. I struggled to push through the mass of sweaty, alcohol-buzzed bodies toward the kitchen.  Amber had disappeared at one point in the night, very out of character for her, and I began to assume the worst.

When I was nearing the back of the house, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I turned around quickly and looked up into the now familiar eyes of Harry Styles. His hand on my shoulder dropped to my side, and his lips now sported a charming smile.

“Felicity, right?” he questioned me. I was almost left breathless and tore my gaze from those eyes. I wondered vaguely how he knew my name, but I pretended it didn’t affect me as I spoke his. He seemed accustomed to people knowing his name, completely unfazed that a stranger could identify him.

“Did you come here alone gorgeous?” He leaned down to whisper in my ear and I couldn’t help the involuntary shiver that ran down my spine. I opened my mouth to speak, when he began to bite down and suck on my neck, hitting my sweet spot. I felt my whole body on fire at his slightest touch. I rolled my head to the side to give him more room before my mind could process my action. My body craved his touch. I finally formed a coherent thought and assessed the situation; it took all of my will power and strength to push him off me.

“Come on baby, let’s go someplace else and have some fun.” He spoke with such a deep raspy voice; I had to clench my fists at my side to resist. He took another step forward and my back was pressed up against a solid white wall. His eyes were shining with mischief and my stomach was queasy with too much alcohol and his words. My head was pounding and all I wanted to do was find Amber and go home. His gaze had me locked though and I felt as if I was unable to form words. He took my silence as an invitation to continue kissing me. I finally brought my right hand up and hit him square in the jaw.

The force of my punch sent him barreling back and he began to rub his chin. Immediately I began to sprint as fast as I could in my heels and only stopped to catch my breath when I was safely outside and leaned on the porch railing. I hadn’t realized I was breathing so heavily until a stranger voiced concern.

“Woah, rough night?” I turned my head to find the source of the question and saw a tall man smoking several feet from me. He took a long drag as he looked me up and down. I was so sick of all the creeps here tonight.

“Look, I’m not interested okay?” I snapped at the strange man smoking on the front yard. I caught my breath and adjusted my short dress which had traveled up during my sprint. I began running my fingers through my hair when I heard a deep chuckle.

“Well seeing as my girlfriend doesn’t like me seeing other girls, I’m not interested either.” He wore a satisfied smirk at his comment and I completely turned around to face him. So I was being a bitch for nothing.

“I am so sorry, I had no idea. I had a really bad night and…” I began a rushed apology, but he cut me off.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m Zayn by the way.” I saw his tall frame step into the light as I got a better look at him. He had a chiseled jaw and dark hair which he styled up. He had a blonde streak through the center of his hair and I was actually envious of how long his eyelashes were. 

“Sorry again and I’m Felicity D’Amore.” I extended my hand as an introduction and he raised his eyebrow at my formality, before returning the handshake.

“So why were you all shaken up?” He asked about my rattled state, which sent images of Harry flooding back to the forefront of my mind. I was so infuriated with him, not every girl is dropping her panties for him. But I also couldn’t deny the feeling of pleasure that coursed through my body as he touched me.