not okay {ziam}

seven

{seven}

confused little creature

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rage courses through me as i storm towards zayn and his fluttering eyes and hiccuped breaths of pleasure. it's incredibly unnerving to see someone so dangerous being easily dominated, so willing to comply and thriving with delirious submission. especially two drunken males, open and unashamed — very quickly mandy becomes my last concern. his lashes flicker across his cheeks, seemingly innocent, and i'm feeling violent. overwhelming spurts of fury titter across the flesh at the back of my neck. one strand of sweat faintly slides down my shoulders, my body vaguely shivering at the sudden warmth of it

zayn's eyes snap open as i charge towards them, staring at me knowingly, a snicker illuminated on his gorgeous face.

within seconds, i'm shoving that frat guy off of him — a uproar of strength striking me as i push his large body away. he begins to stumble backwards, arms floundering with confusion and shock. fingers untangling from zayn's thighs and hair, losing control of his burly figure. my teeth grind together as my impulsive nature bubbles to the surface, wrapping my hand around zayn's arm in the spur of the moment.

he doesn't stop me, strangely, he is as pliant as ever.

the college fuck-wit shouts, wiping his wet mouth with his palm, "hey, what the hell, man?!" he squares his shoulders, hands tightening into vicious fists. i perfectly understood that the pretty boy in my hands was worth fighting for, because i refused to let go.

"back the fuck off." i warn, my voice deep with a threat i didn't know i had left in me. the embers that flicker in the fires of my eyes seem to deter the stranger's attempt at his ego. his body deflates along with his courage, staring at me with subtle terror illuminated across his sleazy face.

in that moment, i feel how addicting it is to be feared — standing under the moonlight with the possession of someone so mystifying under the tips of my fingers.

"excuse me?" the guy stumbles, staring at the boy beside me for refuge. of course, this older guy doesn't know him as well as i do. doesn't know unpredictably villainous he can be. doesn't know how cold blooded he really is.

zayn just shrugs, lips red. losing interest.

i drag him away before anymore protest, along the pavement and away from the thrumming music blasting from the house. he doesn't say anything, let's me touch the skeletal bone across his elbow and the heat emitting from his infuriatingly irresistible skin. i feel my body beating so painfully hard — my senses over indulged with the brush of my finger across zayn's steady pulse along his wrist. the scent of strong alcohol mingling across his breath, the hint of a wild thought buzzing in his ravaged mind.

i detect i take it too far, as i press my thumb deeper into the veins of his arm in search for his composed heartbeat, the patter of his footsteps slowing.

my hand lets go immediately and i can feel his insufferable smirk at the back of my spine. tearing valleys apart in his wake, all for some fun and games. i can't look at him, i can't even go there — or this will all be over, and whatever dream i'm having will end. i'm paralyzed at the thought of him disappearing. going off to with that guy, letting him touch his body and feel what it's like to be inside of his impenetrable head.

his voice is thick with a devilish grin, teasing, "now, what is all this? dragging me away from a party, huh? are you my knight in shining armor?"

i twitch with my vexation, beginning to step away from the hot fervour of his body, "piss off, zayn."