My sister's boyfriend

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LA DI DIDDLY DOO, I'M WRITING HERE FOR YOU. ITS GONNA GET BAD AND A LITTLE SECRETIVE, WHEN I WRITE IT WILL YOU KEEP IT?

Jk, but it's about to real bad in here. I can't even tell you how many secrets are about to be revealed. It makes me feel sorry for the Perrie in the story.

"Meet me in your room after school." I was minding my own business, by that I mean listening to class. By listening to class, I mean ignoring the hand on my thigh.

"But-but." I stuttered silently, my hand shaking to take notes. Talking and writing went of no avail.

"No buts, I'm taking you somewhere today." I clamped my mouth shut and went back to doing my own business. Of course you know what that means.

_*_*_*_

I was reading a book. Well 1984, to be exact. Its enticing, to say the least. It seems as if that's our future, a future of fear.

"Hello." I jumped and threw my book. Zayn blocked it with his arm.

"Holy shit Zayn. Scared the fuck out of me." I grasped my chest dramatically. He only smiled and pulled me off my bed.

"Hmm I like it when you curse. I thought I scared the fuck in you?" He breathed deeply into my neck, as if he was taking me in. I was just a blushing mess.

"Shut up," I snapped. "Where am I going with you anyway? I don't feel like getting raped." I huffed.

"It's not rape if you like it." He winked and went back to my window. "Go out of the front door."

And I did as so. I got into Zayn's car and he just drove. We didn't actually speak but I was singing along to the radio.

We pulled up at a house with toilet paper scattered and music blasting. This bitch took me to a party.

"C'mon." He grabbed my hand and led me in. I knew almost everyone there. The air was filled with smoke and the placed reeked of alcohol.

"Do whatever. I'll meet up with you later." He takes me to a party but leaves me? What is wrong with him?

I walked over to the kitchen and watched all the drunk teenagers make out and drink some more. They were care free. I wish I was like that.

"You look tense. Have a drink." Some random guy beside of me handed me a red cup. I hesitantly took it and sipped it. It burned, but it was.....nice. I chugged the rest of it down.

"Damn you're a natural. Go have some shots or something." The guy left and I already felt myself lifting up. I got a shot, then a drink, and I think I took a hit. I don't remember my count after that.

"It's hot." I gasped and took my shirt off. People were watching but I didn't care. It felt good. I went to the dance floor and began to dance. It felt like the sun but I really don't give a shit. I wonder if Zayn will like this. Probably not, but maybe I'd get his dick or something. Hmm, not bad Liam.

Some girl was grinding on me. I grasped her hips and we started moving together. I'm pretty sure I was hard. A guy slid in behind me and I could feel him against my bum. I moaned aloud but kept in rhythm to the music. It was all fast but it began to slow down as I heard Zayn.

"Get the fuck off him," My vision was blurry as I tried to look at him. I could tell he was angry though. I got parts of what he was saying.

"-hell Liam-not to do this-" He was yelling but I was probably the only one listening.

"Ha Zayn you're really hot when you're mad. Maybe I deserve to be punished."  I giggled and sloppily kissed him.

He grunted and he took my hand, leading me upstairs and into an empty room. I felt an impact which was of course the bed. Zayn placed his legs on both sides of me, his body resting above my erection. I moaned as he pinned my arms.

"Is this what you wanted, huh? Well you're going to get it. You're going to regret this." And it was a blur. A blur of moans, maybe some screams. I wasn't going to remember this, Shit.

_*_*_*_*_

I groaned as light shined through the window. One of the first things I noticed was this is not my room. The second is my head killing me.

Third, Zayn is naked on top of me. Holy shit he's naked. Well that explains the last thing I noticed.

Why is my ass on fire?