Babe

In the begining

I never really had a reason to be a bad teenager. I just was. Partying. Drinking. Drugs. I was living the life. I guess in my opinion might as well have fun while I'm stuck with my father.

He's not all that interested in what I do. Unless I make him look bad in front of people.

So to him I'm the poster girl of all daughters. Straight A's. Never been to a party. Never lived. Basically daddy's little girl.

But that's the exact opposite of what I really am. At this exact moment I am at the biggest party of the year(so far) on top of a table with my top off.

Too wasted to even care. Boy throwing themselves at me and girl competing against me.

I sat down on the table and started to put my low cut top back on when I spotted someone. Someone who lived in the same household as me.

My cousin.

I know what you're thinking.Why does he live with you?

1. He's 23.

2. He's famous and his parents don't agree with his current choices so my dad offered him a place to stay while he was on break from your

I jumped down and tried to stumble out of the room without being spotted.

I latched on to some random guy and hid behind him.

"At least buy me dinner first" said the guy whom I had used as a hiding place.

I looked up at the man and was left completely flabbergasted. Standing right here in front of me was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen in my life.

"Um. I. Um sorry. " I shouted for the first time ever annoyed by the loud intoxicated teenagers.

"It's alright love." He said as his eyes racked my barely covered body "nice dance ,by the way. Maybe one day you could do it for me in a more " he lean close to my ear "private setting"

I was taken back by his disgusting suggestion but at the same time so tempted to take him up on his offer.

"No thanks I'm classier than that" I sneered turning my head away from him

"Well obviously" he laughed " I can tell by your conservative clothing choice"

"Listen here you assho-" I was cut off by a familiar voice

"Zayn! Dude I didn't think I would see you here!" my cousin said to him

Hmm Zayns his name.

It suits him.

I turned my head so my hair was covering my face

"And who is this?" my cousin said pulling at my arm

Zayn pulled me over to him turned me toward my cousin.

I could almost feel the shock radiating from his body. Soon that shock turned to raging anger.

A lot of " What the fuck are you doing here!" And "please tell me you weren't the girl on the table" followed by "your dads gonna kill you"

"I can do whatever the fuck I want to! you don't fucking control me!" I screamed back at him

"You're going home"

"Over my dead body" I sneered, pissed that he thought he had any form of authority over me

"Well if that's what it takes"

He said grabbing my waist and was in the middle of throwing me over his shoulder when I was harshly ripped his grip and pulled into a strong pair of arms.