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Zion ~ Let Her Go

You say in an empty booth that your boyfriend left you in. He wanted you to meet a few of his new friends so you let him drag you out to this club. Now, he is more focused on his friends than you. They got up for drinks and 30 minutes later are still at the bar talking.

Growing tired of waiting, you grab your drink and make your way to the dance floor. You're surrounded by loud music and a huge crowd. Through all of the noise, you manage to make out the song that starts playing. It's Taste by Tyga. As of two nights ago, this was your favorite song and you weren't going to let anyone stop you from enjoying it. You throw your hands up and start dancing.

A little ways into the song, you feel a hand on your wrist. You open your eyes to see your clearly intoxicated and irritated boyfriend.

"Y/N! It's clearly time for us to leave! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" His grip tightens.

"I'm having fun by myself because you're too focused on your friends. I want to stay!" You attempt to pull your arm out of his grip.

He starts to walk away, attempting to drag you behind him.

"No! I don't care what you want! Quit being a brat and let's go!" He pulls harder.

You run out of arguments, so you decide to scream. Before you get a chance to do so, a boy approached the two of you.

"Hey man, I don't think she wants to leave. So let her go, you're hurting her." He stands next to you.

"You don't know what she wants. Also who the hell are you?!" Your boyfriend's breath smells of smoke and alcohol.

"I'm Zion nice to meet you. Clearly this girl has told you that she does not want to leave. So I suggest you let her be." Zion steps in front of you.

"Well Zion, I really think that you should leave us alone because you are not her boyfriend." Your boyfriend loosens his grip.

"You're clearly a shitty boyfriend if you're standing her hurting your girlfriend because you want to leave." Zion points at your wrist.

"Stay out of this. We're leaving now Y/N." Your boyfriend tightens his grip and yanks your arm.

"No. Let go." You tell him.

"You heard her. Let her go." Zion stares your boyfriend down.

"Y/N. You don't want to do this." Your boyfriend glares at you.

"No man, you don't want to do this. If you don't let her go I'll have to remove you from her myself, which you don't want, and have the cops called. Or you can let go and then we can call the cops. Your choice." Zion puts his phone in his pocket.

Your boyfriend looks at Zion and then at you. He finally releases your wrist. Places on your wrist had already started bruising while other places were just red. Pain started flooding all over your wrist.

"If you're going to be a selfish bratty bitch then we're done Y/N." Your boyfriend says.

"Then I guess we're done." You sip your drink.

Your now ex rolls his eyes before leaving. Now, you and Zion stood together.

"Thank you so much Zion. That's your name right?" You turn your attention to him.

"No problem. Guys who can't treat beautiful girls like you right make me absolutely sick. But I never did catch your name?" Zion smiles.

"Y/N." You blush.

"Beautiful name Y/N. Would you like to have a drink with me?"

"That's an offer I can't refuse." You laugh as you walk to a booth with Zion.

For the rest of the night, you and Zion stayed in that booth talking and flirting while drinking.

A/N
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
but this is actually one of my favorites, Idk why but it is.