Trainspotting for a Heroin Dream

1.Dancing with Molly

*Zayn POV*

Zayn was not feeling this party at all, not one bit. Sure, it was Harry's birthday party, but he wasn't really in the mood to celebrate for some reason today. From the looks of it, everybody but him was having fun: Harry was talking to some random girl, Liam was being lead to the dance floor by some brunette who he could've sworn went by the name of Mellisa (or was it Miranda?), and Niall and Louis were playing some type of drinking game with a blonde bimbo, her twin, and some of their friends. He was just sitting there, with a girl talking his ear off. Whatever she was babbling on about, he didn't really care.

Out of the blue, he looked up and saw what he thought was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Her platinum blonde hair was curly and throw over her shoulders as if she were Rapunzel. She had on a low-cut, skin tight red satin gown like Anna Nicole Smith from the April 1994 Oscars, which for the young lady, showed off her tremenous curves. As if a sensor had went off in her head, she looked directly at Zayn, their eyes meeting from afar. Her sultry lips curvd into an alluring smile, which also caught Zayn's attention. He knew he couldn't just sit there and watch her all night long; he had to make a move! The young woman smiled at him again and waved at him, catching his eye. He excused himself from the other girl and began to walk in her direction. As he began to come to her, she raised an eyebrow in a 'come hither', sexual type of way and motioned for him with her index finger. Zayn began to walk even faster, hoping to talk to this interesting woman who had seemed to catch his attention.

Suddenly, he saw her whisp out of the club door with another girl and around the corner. It was obvious this girl was playing hard to get, he thought to himself. He started to run towards the door, running after the girl. He wanted to talk to her so bad, and she was making it so difficult, making him push past all of these people just to get a glance at her. Wait a minute! Why am I chasing after her, Zayn thought to himself.

"Looking for me?" an angelic voice cooed, catching Zayn by surprise. He jumped and looked at her blue eyes. Zayn hadn't realised that he was outside of the club and standing in front of the girl, who was leaning against the wall. She reached her cold, small hands up and took his big, warm hands into hers. Looking directly into her eyes, he felt her fingers massaging his knuckles. Before he could ask what she was doing, she lifted his hand up to her collarbone and slowly guided his hands from her silver necklace and down to the opening of her breasts and helped his hands cup her breasts. She suddenly jerked his hand out and started to run whimsically. Zayn decided to run after her for soome reason. She just kept running, yelling for him to catch up. He just kept running after her until she stopped at a ware house. Zayn finally caught up with her, but the door opened and she grabbed his hand. She led him through the giant building, filled with strobelights, heavy bass, and enough sweaty, neon people to flood a trailer park and blin everyone in the world. Great, Zayn thought, this girl lead me to a fucking rave. Suddenly, the girl stopped and kissed Zayn, and she kissed him hard! It felt weird, though, like she had something on her tongue. Whatever it was, he ended up swallowing it. She took his hand again and dragged him through a dozen sweaty bodies and into a bedroom.

"I'm sorry, what the hell is this?" Zayn asked, upset. He just wanted to talk to her, not go prancing around the city with her. She didn't respond to him; instead, she took out a box of stuff from under the bedroom closet.

"Take your shirt off" she commanded, fondling with the supplies.

"Excuse me?" he replied. Before he could ask any more questions, she backed him into a wall and locked the door.

"Unzip me, big boy," she cooed, holding her hair up. When he didn't respond, she sighed gently. "Please unzip me. If I don't get out of this dress, I feel like I'm going to explode!" she cooed again, catching Zayn's attention. Oh, how he wanted her to explode. He wanted to explore each and every part of her, like he was looking for the last jigsaw piece. He slowly walked over to her and helped her unzip her dress. "Could you unhook me, too?" she whined softly. As he pulled her dress down, she took his left hand and cupped her breast with it. Zayn unhooked it, and as it snapped off, the girl let out a loud moan. Zayn began to take his shoes, pants, and shirt off, but when it came to his underwear, she told him not to. She searched through the box until she found some pacifiers and glowsticks. Zayn just looked at her questionably as she snapped some glowsticks onto her wrists, ankles, and one around her head as a halo. She did the same to Zayn, but put a floral glow-in-the-dark halo on his head instead. She shoved a pacifier in his mouth and put one on her finger. He tried to remove it, but she placed it back in.