The Bad Girl and One Direction

Chapter Eight;

As I stand in front of the mirror, examining my bruised back, and thighs from what happened the previous night I contemplate exactly what happened. I know one thing for sure, Zayn and I had a interesting night. Not in an alley either, but in a hotel room in Rio. However it did sort of start in an alley which is why my back has bruises on it and my thighs have Zayns hand prints on them. I need to figure out exactly how last night made me feel. Which is why I need to go back out there, and talk to Zayn. I take a deep breathe as I slip Zayn's T-shirt over my head and walk out of the bathroom. Zayn is currently sitting on the bed with a cigarette in his mouth watching some dumb reality TV show. I stood in the middle of the doorway still thinking as I took in the sight in front of me. He's beautiful. Really, really beautiful. Perfect body, perfect skin, perfect bone structure. Not to mention his perfect face. 

"Those things kill you ya know."

 He looked up as he took a long drag of the cigarette, then smirked.

"I'm gonna die someday so it doesn't matter."

I walked towards him and went to sit behind him but his arms linked around my waist and pulled me down on his lap. 

"Zayn, I hate cigarette smoke. and as of now that's all I seem to be smelling."

I began coughing and he chuckled, but thankfully was done smoking. I turned around so that I was facing, and straddling him.

"Zayn we need to talk about last night."

He began kissing my neck and shoulder

"You ready for round two sweetheart?"

I could feel his smirk against my skin.

"No, Zayn stop, you're distracting me."

I pouted and he stopped to look at me.

"Okay Denver, let's hear it. You gotta be like every other girl and make things complicated. But let me warn you ahead of time, I don't want a relationship, no I'm not in love with you, and this mean't nothing to me."

He began to try to push me off but I wouldn't let him.

"You are such an asshole! Just for the record I don't want a relationship either and I don't fall in love."

he laughed which began to make my blood boil. Why did I ever have sex with this douche-bag.

"Then what do you want Denver? I'll tell you what I want, simple. No strings. No feelings."

His hands began massaging the small of my back which was as distracting as him kissing my neck.

"Those things never work out, someone always ends up getting feelings." 

"You mean the girl always gets feelings."

I smacked his chest and he smirked.

"This girl doesn't get feelings. So you must be talking about yourself buddy."

He pulled me in closer to him and kissed the spot between my neck and shoulder.

"I won't get feelings Denver. I promise you. I don't wanna stop this, but I also don't wanna continue it if you think you'll get to attached."

I tilted my head back giving him better access.

"I won't get attached Zayn. But I don't want the boys, or anyone to know about this."

He laughed and lifted his head up to look me in the face.

"Since when do you care about the boys?"

"I don't. I just don't want them thinking this is a relationship when it's not."

Saying I don't care about the boys made me feel like throwing up, I do care. A lot. Zayn tilted my chin up with his finger and looked me completely in the eyes.