Chapter 16 - London nightmares and innuendo.

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Claire on the side!

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-Zayn's POV-

"Claire Janee.." Harry cooed, a beer in his hand " What brings you here?" he smiled his lazy one. We all knew why she was here, to try to get into my pants..I was sick of this girl, she was disgusting, I never liked looking at her and never would. Why she was trying so hard with me God Himself only knew, I never showed the least interest in her and she keeps holding her breath expecting me to.

"You guys know why I'm here" she looked right at me," Zayn Malik" Liam , Louis and I looked at each other, we all knew how this was going to end. "Claire, I think you should leave..." Liam said, getting up and setting his beer down. "Fuck you Liam, did I ask you?" she snapped at him.

That was it for me, her little crush on me was turning into God knows what, and i can't let that happen, and no one talks to my friends like that. No one. "I think he's right Claire, it would be better if you leave here without creating a scene, and don't come back" I said,lowering my voice in an attempt to intimidate her.

She sounded unfazed though, she came and stood in front of me where I was leaning with my back against the door frame. She closed the space between us,"Zayn..I know you want it, I know you want to fuck me so hard that I can't walk tomorrrow, I know you want me Zayn, admit it now, no one will judge you" she said, her voice raspy.

"Get away from me" I said, pushing her away, "Not until I feel that massive dick of yours inside me" she said, reaching down the front of my pants and catching me off guard in a kiss. I simply pushed her off again, this time harder. "Claire, I do not want you. I do not want to fuck you. I do not want to put my dick inside you. And I do not want to see you or be with you ever again" I was yelling now. Claire Jane was a funny girl, ever since my mates and I came to London last year she has this weird obsession with me. Sexually mostly, but she talks about how she loves me, but she won't ever tell me.

Not that I care anyways, she's the type of girl I would never get involved with. She had no class, she always had this stoned, far-off look in her eyes, she was one person you would find completely trashed in the mornings, and she sleeps with a different guy every night but for some reason she wants me. And she wants me bad. But I don't want her, too bad so sad. Louis, Harry and Liam were all standing ready to help in whatever way possible,

"Claire, please just go dude, no one wants you here, and don't come back" Harry spat. He looked like a charmer or a playboy but he hated easy girls and he hated one-night stands even more.

Louis was the calm one tonight," Claire I suggest you leave because being with 4 intoxicated men who hate your guts may not turn out well" Claire turned to him and she got this cat-smile across her face. "Does that mean you ALL will fuck me, like I'll get to feel 4 dicks tonight? I can't wait, here I'll make it easy for you" she said, slipping her non-exisistent shirt off, revealing a cheap lacy bra.

"Okay,that's enough" Liam snorted, taking her elbow and dragging her out the door, "Hold on big boy, don't rush too much, I want all of you, not one of you, though I'm sure you have a big one" she said to him, palming him through his jeans  He slapped her hand away, "Don't fucking touch me again" he said demeaningly.

He gave her a shove and pushed her out the door. We obviously waited while she put on her shirt, we may hate her but we have courtesy, throwing a girl out of our apartment at 2 in the morning was unethical enough even though she was a whore.

I remember once asking her how she once fell off the whore tree banging every guy on her way down. And don't get me wrong but she was trying to dry hump me that time and I wanted her to get off cause my dick would never respond to a slut like her. "You guys are gonna pay for this" she said, stalking off. 

3 months later, we were back in New York. I hated Claire Jane from the core of my heart. Being British by birth, Louis , Liam, Harry and I wanted to go to London for high school, our parents who were all best friends had shifted from London 15 years ago, let us go.

"You have my blood your hands" she had written in that letter. The question is how could we if we never even touched her?.

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I opened my eyes, I couldn't think about it anymore. I don't feel anything for Claire but I feel responsible for what happened, I hate that girl, the lines she crossed just to spite us. Bitch. My nightmares get worse every few months.

Its been over a week since I spent that night with Hannah when I got it. She never aksed me what it was or what makes me feel that way, she just held me and comforted me the way I've always wanted to be. I love this girl so much, she understands me more than anyone else, she's like me, she's beautiful and I'm so lucky to love her, cuz my girl is one in a million.

Claire Jane is no more a part of my life. I wish she would stop haunting me. My phone rang, letting out the soft notes of "Firefly" it was Hannah, I just customised her ringtone last night. "Niall isn't going to be home all day and probably the whole night, I think we could utilize my house well" she said softly. I checked the watch on my bedside, it was 9:00 am. "I'll be there in an hour" I said, smiling to myself.

"Oh and Zayn..we might need condoms. Don't get any ideas" she laughed. "As you say love" I said softly, slightly out of breath from what she just said. "See you, I love you" she said hanging up,"I love you too babe" I replied.

Just because Claire or anyother girl never turned me on doesn't mean Hannah Baker doesn't. And she turns me on way too much. I simply can't wait to see whats gonna happen today.

But first, I have to go get ready and get some stuff.

(Hey, as I promised first thing in the moring. And tomorrows chapter will be good, I swear. Please fan vote and comment, xoxo)

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