After Niall lost miserabley, the boys gathered around the table to watch Zayn and I play. For some reason, I was so much better at beer pong when I was drunk, so I had Harry pour me a shot. Their rules were slightly different than how I usually played. Normally, I played in teams of two and we each got one chance to shoot. However, I was informed that we were playing singles, and if we got our first shot in, we got a second chance to shoot. And if it went in the same cup, three cups were removed. Zayn missed his first shot, and I laughed out loud. He smirked as if he meant to miss. I caught the ball, practiced my aim, and then shot.. It went in. "OOOOOOOOOH!" all the boys yelled. I just grinned, and Zayn shook his head. "How does that feel?" Louis said, nudging his shoulder. He shrugged and drank the cup I shot in tossing me the ball. I missed my second shot, and tossed the ball to Zayn. He scored this time, but missed his second shot. I drank, and shot again. I missed. "Let's make this deal now. Loser runs a lap around the house outside," Zayn said. I furrowed my brows at his odd request. That wasn't even bad. "Okay," I agreed. "Naked," he added. "Not okay," Harry blurted out. Everyone looked at him, as he shifted around in his seat uncomfortably. "We have neighbors," he mumbled. I nudged him, and smiled. "I won't lose," I whispered.
However, I managed to prove myself wrong. Zayn and I were tied, and he missed his last shot. But he had earned a survival shot. We were both drunk, so I figured he would miss. He took his time aiming, and everyone watched nervously. I tried distracting him by waving my hands over the cup, but it didn't work. He made it. The boys hooped and hollered and clapped, patting Zayn on the back. I couldn't help but laugh at myself; I was about to embarrass myself in front of all the boys. Harry looked uneasy. "I'll make it fast," I said. "You better," he said sarcastically. He managed to force out a laugh. "Be a good sport," Zayn said with a wink. "Fine," I said, heading toward the back door. I walked out on the deck, and began to slip off my dress. Thank god it was dark outside, hopefully they wouldn't be able to catch a good glimpse. "I'm leaving my underwear on," I shouted. "That wasn't part of the deal," Zayn called out. "Sucks," I replied. I slipped my dress off completely, and was standing in the cold in my bra and underwear. Of course I decided to wear a skimpy thong, and when I began unhooking my bra I heard "Damn," and "She's quite fit". I was so embarrassed. I dropped my bra and took off sprinting without looking back. I had to hold/cover my chest with my arm as I jogged around the house. It felt kind of liberating, but I could hear the boys cackling from the front yard. After I completed the lap, I shouted at them to wait inside while I changed. "Way to be a good sport," Zayn chuckled from inside. "Shut up," I yelled. Harry padded out ondo the deck and handed my my clothes. "Thanks," I said. "Welcome. That was quite a show," he said, his eyes wide. "I normally don't do things like that," I said reassuringly. "I like that you're gutsy," he said, "just not that everyone else got to see you naked before I did." I suddenly felt bad. "I'm kidding, it's fine," he said jokingly. But even I could tell he wasn't joking.
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Torn (One Direction Fanfic)
ФанфикOn a trip with the Honor's Program at her school to London, Lex unexpectedly meets the man she believes to be the love of her life. Throughout her trip, many new people come into her life, and she finds that her heart might be in two places at once...