"Curly hair and green eyes, damaged skin and a world of lies."
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"No don't fucking touch me Zayn."
A few drinks and shots later I couldn't get off the dance floor where everyone was screaming, dancing and laughing. The music felt good as my body dance to the unfamiliar beat of the song. I felt free for once. I felt strong and powerful like no one could touch me from where I was. Everything felt as if it were happening in slow mo and the crowd felt like it was moving at an even slower motion than I was. I was high but I don't know how much of this shit Elijah gave me.
Zayn has been trying to pull me away from the crowd for a while now but each time he tries to pull me away I'd shout at him.
"Taylor you're drunk and high I can see it in your eyes." He says gripping my face and looks at me with his tired and annoyed eyes.
Ocean Drive starts playing in the background and I hear the guy start singing. I pull his hand off my face and instead pull him onto the dance floor so he can let loose and dance. He did say he wants to come here didn't he.
"Relax Zayn and just dance. You're too fucking tense." I say to him twirling around in my own dizzy world.
I never wanted this moment to end. I felt so exhilarating and free that I just wanted to stay here for a bit longer. Killing people as your job almost every week could fuck you up, the least you could do is dance to some Ocean Drive and feel like a normal person for a night.
He seems to relax a bit and has finally stopped talking.
"You can't even move." I say laughing at him. He releases a small chuckle and he finally moves a bit trying to follow the rhythm of the song. He's a really bad dancer but I make sure not to tell him that.
"I'm not sure your father would be happy hear about this." I hear his deep voice in the background but internally roll my eyes when he mentions Harris.
I feel myself slightly falter and he holds me up while releasing a heavy sigh. He seemed annoyed that I was drunk and high but he knew he wouldn't win with me.
My head feels heavy and my body feels tired. I lay my head onto his chest and I'm soon hit with warmth and the smell of expensive cologne. I wonder why does he usually come to places like this, it didn't seem like his scene.
I feel my hands hold onto him as I feel my legs weaken a bit.
"Fuck Sterling is gonna kill me tomorrow." I say in a low voice thinking about the event that's tomorrow which he said I have to attend.
He looks down at me and his eyes look as sweet as the day I first saw him. He looks so damaged and dangerous. I wonder what would he do if he knew he was dancing with the devil.
A different song starts to play. I remember it. It's the same song that played when Luca, Nikholas and I were on the road heading to where his sister was being held.
I miss him...
And he's dead because of me.
"Taylor are you okay?" I hear Zayn's voice say in the background and I suddenly feel like everything is spinning around very slowly. I feel numb and as soon as I feel myself fall, Zayn quickly holds me up.
"Woah.." He releases a sigh and I feel him hold me up, puts his hand beneath my knees and my body being lifted up into his arms.
