When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

10; Rapping, wet cloths and kisses

Zayn

 

"Have you seen Violet?"

The guy holds a cigarette in his hand, hiding behind dark glasses. He shrugs his shoulder at me, leaning closer. "Who?" He coughs.

"Vi- Never mind." I push past him and continue moving through the crowd. Everywhere I look there's only more chaos, and Violet is absolutely nowhere to be seen.

I seriously regret giving her that gin, but, I mean, how was I to know she was going to find other alcohol to mix with it? That girl is fucking straight edge, I was just trying to loosen her up a bit. And now she's disappeared and I have no idea where she is, or if she's okay. But I know that I just have to find her.

I enter the kitchen, hoping I'll see her in there because that's where we always seem to meet, but unfortunately I have no luck. A group of people stand around the counter trying to mix up margaritas but seriously failing. I roll my eyes. Amateurs.

"You put the tequila in first," I say, coming up to them and grabbing a glass and the bottle of fresh, pure tequila. "Tequila, liqueur, lime. Then shake it." I demonstrate and they just stare at me like I'm some kind of wizard. "Glass?"

The blonde hurriedly fetches me a tall glass and I carefully pour the concoction into it. I quickly cut up some lime wedges and push the glass towards them. "Enjoy."

"Thanks, man!"

I just sigh and turn back around. "Where the fuck are you, Violet?"

I move into the lounge, trying to avoid the sweaty thrum of bodies. The music is almost deafening in this room, exploding through my head and vibrating my entire body. "Violet!" I yell out as I delve deeper into the crowd. "VIOLET!" My voice is drowned out easily by the music and I can barely hear myself.

Then I see her.

I stop, squinting. It can't be....

"STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM NOW WE HERE. STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM NOW THE WHOLE TEAM FUCKING HERE."

There she is, the attention of almost everyone in the room; my girlfriend, the absolute love of my life who's favourite band is the Dixie Chicks and who's favourite thing to do on a Friday night is read. There she is, dancing rather sexily on top of a wooden table as she raps to Drake.

I can't help but laugh.

I make my way towards her, through her surrounding fans that all fist pump and rap along with her, and stand at the edge of the table. "Violet!" I yell.

She notices me and grins lazily. "Heeeeeeey, Zen! Come up here and join me!"

I motion for her to come down, shaking my head. "I don't think that's a good idea, love. Come down here and join me."

She shakes her head, multiple times. "No thanks!"

She continues to sway along, dropping to the table top and moving her hands all around her body. And I find it very hard to stay focused. But then I see about five other guys wearing matching looks to my own and I regain concentration. I hold out my arms. "O-kay, here we go, babe." And in one swift movement I'm wrapping my arms around her small frame and pulling her off the table, receiving many cheers of disappointment.

"Zayn!" Violet yells, trying to squirm out of my grasp, but we both know I'm too strong. "Zayn, I wanna dance!"

"No more dancing for you," I tell her.

"That's not fair!"

I pull her through the crowd rather roughly as she tries to dig her heels into the carpet and dodge one of the punches she tries to throw at me.