(a/n: heeeeeeyeyyyeyeyeyeyeyy)
(a/n: twenty one pilots, vote if you agree)
song: BoRdErSz//tiO //BeFoUr by zayn (Z2, LT1, LP1 ARE COMING FOR MY WIG AND I HAVENT BEEN MORE READY)
update: the HS1 tour/era ended yesterday. I'm fine DON'T toUch ME.
Drink after drink my mind was buzzing, I felt fucking amazing. Alcohol in my veins started kicking in as I made my way to the dancefloor, ZAYN blasting from the Dj booth. Blinding lights swerved all around the jampacked area. I pressed through many sweaty bodys and found the center where I stopped and turned around.
Theo was watching my movements carefully from the bar. His freckled cheeks tinted pink from the drink in his hand, I guessed.
He took a small sip, the glass cup lingering over his perfect lips just enough for me to notice. He had his back pressed onto the bar's surface , hands supporting him over the marble top, but his eyes were locked with mine.
As I turned back again I felt a hand squeeze my hip gently, I tensed at first but placed my hand over it shortly after.
I felt quite drunk to be honest explaining my actions. The stranger still anonymous to me held me closer and swayed my body against his own. My back felt his toned body as we danced, wanting to feel more, I place my hand over his face gliding my fingers over his features.
I guess it's a he due to the lack of boobs. Wow that was sexist and rude and not acceptable. I chuckled at my thoughts.
He turned me around easily placing his hand over my ass, I dont mind it though, I am quite proud of how my workouts paid out.
The guy was unmistakably hot as he was tall and well defined. Tattoos covered his neck and most of his arms, well at least where I could see from his folded sleeves. His eyes glinted in mischief when he noticed me staring.
Instead of blushing, like I usually would have, I bring my hands over his neck and pull him closer. He smirked as I slowly moved against him feeling his hand tighten around my ass.
Turning back again, I press myself against him and feel him grow slightly harder.
THEO'S p.o.v.
What the hell was she doing dancing like that, so sensually that I couldn't help but stare? My hold on the drink between my hands became way too tight, that my knuckles whitened against it.
I dont even drink alcohol but blaming it for murdering that guy would be reasonable enough.
The way his filthy hands touched her was maddening, absolutely revolting.
Shane, Emily's boyfriend, seemed to notice as he nudged me quite harshly in the ribs.
-''Why'd you do that for?'' I scoffed at him
He frowned at me.
-''If I were you I wouldn't stay sitting here any longer.'' he said taking a long sip from his drink but not once blinking.
-''She's free to do whatever she want'' I shrugged and tore my gaze away from the couple. I shuddered at the word.
When I looked back at her, it's like my heart stopped working. Her moves were... sex comes to mind, seducing a number of eyes on her.
As she bent over then did something dreamy with her hips making even more stop and stare, it's like something snapped in me. I had to protect her from the prying eyes.
All these men watching her with lustful eyes as if she were prey made me so angry. Taking the last bit of liquid from my glass , I made my way to her.
