Heartless

Chapter 14

Zayn's POV

"What club are we going to?" I ask, holding onto Carissa's waist as Liam makes a turn.

"Tokyo," Liam answers, heading into the parking complex.

"The club is called Tokyo and it's in Bradford?" Carissa asks.

"Yes," Louis says simply. Liam finds a parking spot and pulls in, parking the car. We all unbuckle our seatbelt and hop out of the car.

"My foot is still kind of sore," she winces as we head toward the stairs, "I don't think I'll have a lot of fun."

"Here," I swiftly cradle her in my arms, "I'll carry you."

"Zayn you don't have to, I'm too heavy for you," she warns as I take a step down the stairs.

"You're not heavy," I frown as I descend down the stairs, "don't say that."

All she could do is purse her lips as we enter the club.

The place is already packed with people, and I wrap an arm around Carissa's waist as we head to the VIP area.

Liam talks to the guard as Carissa shifts uncomfortably. I can see her eyebrows scrunched up in pain as she shifts weight on her foot.

"You okay?" I ask in concern.

"I just need to sit down," she says, mumbling other things.

The guard unhooks the velvet rope and we all pile in a booth.

"Hello," a familiar face says.

"James?" Carissa says, making the server turn toward us.

"Oh! Hey Carissa." His face lights up but only to be replaced by discomfort. Harry coughs, causing me to loosen my scowl that I was giving James. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Same," she laughs.

"So what shots would you guys like?" He asks.

"Well I would like a Kamikaze," Carissa says first.

"An Irish flag for me," Niall laughs.

"Typical," Louis rolls his eyes, "I'll have a Melon Ball."

"Snake Bite for me," I tell him, placing a hand on Carissa's thigh, making her jump.

"Russian Quaalude and a lot of tequila shots, we plan on drinking a lot," Liam tells James as he finishes writing down our drinks.

"Coming right up!" He says cheerfully and walks away.

"I don't like him," I mumble.

"Stop being so sour," Carissa makes a sour face, causing me to smile.

"Fine," I tell her as Liam coughs.

"I don't think I'll drink tonight," he says, "I gotta take you guys home."

"Aww Li," Carissa pouts at him, "that sucks." She laughs.

"I'm fine staying sober," I volunteer.

"Really?" Liam asks in disbelief. "Thank you!"

"No problem," I shrug off as James comes back with a tray of our drinks.

"Here you go," he lays the tray down and stands straight. "I'll come back if you guys need anything else." James says and walks away.

Carissa grabs mine and hers while the boys grab theirs, leaving the tequila shots on the tray. She grabs mine and examines it before holding it up.

"Ready?" She asks them. They all nod and hd their shot up. "1..2..3!" Simultaneously, they all bring the shot up to their lips and tilt back, letting the alcohol enter their system.