Bad Idea (Kaylor) | Completed

Chapter 3: "So, you like eggs?"

"Holy shit, Taylor!" Karlie yelled. It was only seconds before Karlie's arms were around her again. Everything was warm, her face, her hands, her head, yet somehow, Karlie remained cool, their touching skin made Taylor shiver. She had never seen anyone so invested in a game of beer pong before. Well, four games of beer pong to be exact.

Taylor was drunk, there was no point in denying it. She was certain her eyes were small and red, that her face was flushed and hair was wild, but it didn't matter. She was having too much fun to care. And apparently, Karlie was too, grinning wide and laughing even louder with each passing victory. Taylor stared up at her, fixated on the rarity that was her smile. Karlie stared back, eyes glossy.

"What?" The brunette asked a little louder than she should've considering how closely together they stood.

Taylor grinned back at her. She couldn't help it. It was infectious. "You really like winning, huh?" She said.

"I love winning." She breathed like it was a well kept secret. "Can we win another one, Taylor?" She pleaded. "You're getting really good."

Taylor would've blushed if she wasn't already red from the alcohol. She knew that they should probably stop, they were drunk enough and it wasn't getting any easier to suppress the thoughts of wanting Karlie's lips on her skin. However, she was more interested in hearing Karlie say nice things and wrap her arms around her than she was in being responsible. "Yeah, let's play another one." Taylor smiled. Karlie's eyes lit up and Taylor watched as she immediately straightened up and started glancing around the room to find a pair of new challengers.

If Taylor didn't know better, she probably wouldn't be able to tell if Karlie was drunk. She held herself just as still and regally as ever, though now she looked more approachable. Warmer, more relaxed. It had to be the smile, the way it reached all the way to her eyes.

No one around met Karlie's gaze after watching the last few rounds. No one wanted to be the next loser. "Zayn." Karlie called suddenly. Zayn's head popped up from where he was seated, whispering into Gigi's ear. He said something to her before he stood and walked up to Karlie. "Play." She commanded, gesturing to the table with her head. He smiled slightly and took his place across from them on the other side of the table.

"I thought you didn't want to talk to him?" Taylor asked quietly, brow furrowed.

"I don't." Karlie said, chin raised defiantly. "But he's great at beer pong." She whispered, covering her hand with her mouth so Zayn couldn't read her lips. Taylor laughed. Karlie was probably the only person she had ever met who would voluntarily play against someone who could beat her.

"I need a teammate." Zayn called to them.

"Gigi?" Taylor asked.

"No. I cut her off an hour ago." He said. All three of them looked over at Gigi who was laughing to herself, slumping over the arm of the couch.

"Yeah, probably a good plan." Taylor laughed loudly. It was uncontrollable. Karlie laughed too, staring down at her almost curiously. Taylor was drunk enough think freely of how much she loved the attention. She would keep laughing all night if she needed to. Suddenly, something swirled around in her stomach. It took her a minute to place the sensation, but once she did, she laughed again. "Can you guys hold on? I gotta pee." Taylor asked, looking back and forth from Zayn to Karlie. She bounced slightly back and forth for emphasis, so they would know she was serious. Karlie watched her with an expression she didn't understand for a moment before she shook her head.

"Go pee." Karlie laughed. Taylor immediately dashed out of the living room and down a dark hall, already familiar with the layout of the apartment. She was lucky, there was no line for the bathroom, the light was on and the door was left open.