Prince Charming // L.T (On Hold)

Chapter Fifteen

Ella's Pov

I splash cold water on my face and gaze at my own reflection in the mirror. My lip is red and bruised up and the cut above my eyebrow is annoying the hell out of me. At least I'm able to maneuver my arm now and it  doesn't hurt as much. Luckily my arm was just dislocated and I just had to rest it for a while. Stupid fucking injuries, stupid bruises, stupid everything. I slam my hand onto the sink.

My mind takes me back to earlier today when Charming looked so concerned for me and kept asking questions. It's so infuriating and annoying even though I have told him to stop asking questions about me. But it was very sweet of him to help me out today.  He's so sweet and cute, it's kind of refreshing to be around him. No Ella take those thought out of your head. I mentally scold myself. Charming is just a timid little fuck.

"Just a timid little fuck." I mutter out loud. Even though I try to push those thoughts I can't help it. I can clearly see the images in my head, I can see every single little detail about him. The way his light brownish hair is swept to the side, the way his blue eyes sparkle in the light, and I can clearly hear his voice in my head when he stutters. Stupid fucking ability that I have.

"Hey get out I have to piss." A loud banging knock from the bathroom door takes me out of my thoughts. I groan and I use the hand towel to dry my face off. I swing the door open to find some random guy looking angry at me. "Finally." He pushes past me and I give him the death glare for being so fucking damn rude. The second floor of Zayn's house is crowded with drunken teenagers and I have to get out of here. The music is so loud that it's practically vibrating the whole house. I don't understand why Zayn must have all these parties almost every single Friday night. But whatever floats his boat I guess.

As I  make my way down the stairs I accidentally bump into Charming's sister, or I think that's who she is. "Fuck watch where your going." She seethes. I honestly don't know what I have done to make her treat me this way but I am not having it. Before she can walk away I grab a hold of her arm.

"Look I don't have a problem with you, but keep this shit up and I will have a problem with you." I warn her and let go of her arm and I walk away. I go into the kitchen to get a much needed cup of Jack Daniel's. As i pour myself the liquid into a cup I can't help but observe the many people that are here, hoping I can catch the eyes of sparkling blue eyes. What the hell is going on with me? I never had a boy engulf my thoughts like this before. I bring the cup to my lips and chug down the light brown liquid and I feel a tingling sensation as the alcohol hits my stomach. The action alone creates goosebumps all over my body and this feeling is what I needed. I needed to forget, to make my mind loose all memory of him and everything else. I hated being able to remember things so clearly, I hated having the vivid images in my head. I hated everything about this.

I traveled out the living room to see if I could find Zayn, so he could give me a little something extra to forget. I spot him leaning against the wall as he's chatting it up with some girl whose hair is tinted a lavender color. I shouldn't interrupt them since I can see Zayn is enjoying her company but what the hell. There won't be any harm done. So I walk over to them and I nudge Zayn with my elbow and he turns to look at me. His eyes light up and he smiles at me.

"Ella hiii." He slightly slurs. Leave it to Zayn to already be drunk. He slings his arm over my shoulders and pulls me in close to him. I can smell the alcohol and the tobacco coming from him. "This." He hiccups. "This is-"

"Yeah yeah. Nice to meet you." I tell the girl. I turn to Zayn who is glaring at me. I lean in to whisper in his ear. "I need my fix." I tell him. He releases me and digs into his pocket to retrieve a small bag and his keys. I grab a hold of them and I walk up the stairs to reach his room. I use the keys to unlock his bedroom. I quickly shut and lock the door behind me and I slide my hand across the wall, searching for the light switch. Once I do the light illuminates the room and I take seat at his mahogany desk. I pour the white substance onto the desk and I drink the last remains of alcohol that I had in my cup. I use a letter opener the crush the large lumps and divide the powder into a straight line. Then I roll up a piece of paper and inch closer to the white powder to inhale but  a loud crash stops me from doing so. Someone probably broke something in the hallway and I shrug it off. I hear the noise again and I groan. Can't a girl just snort cocaine without any disturbance. I grab the keys and lock Zayn's bedroom door as I step out into the hallway. Knowing Zayn he will kill me if I dpn't lock his bedroom door. I see some people pressing their ears against the bedroom next to Zayn's room.