Broken Walls *AU*// L.T.

59. Suprise

This picture is what ya face is gon be by the end of this chapter. ^

This chapter is dedicated to the song 'I Can't Stop Drinking About You' by Bebe Rexha.

I wanted to make this chapter extra long because I feel like I don't update as often as much as I should. Hope you enjoy.

Warning: a bit of smut, for you deprived loyal readers XD

Camilla P.O.V.

After the last few bits of glass are swept into the dust pan, I dump it in my trashcan, ridding the memory that anything has just happened.

Thanking the lord that my mum isn't home, my feet slip into black heels. It's one of my last nights with the boys and I want to make a lasting impression. Besides, most likely I won't have my shoes on the whole time being there so it won't hurt.

A blazer has been thrown over a lacy white tank, paired with light wash super skinny jeans that look a bit longer on my slim legs, so there is a bit of a ruffle at the bottom. It looks better that way with the heels. I left my hair out wavy and added minimum makeup, knowing that if we watch a sad movie I'll most likely cry. The last finishing touches are my silver Pandora bracelet and diamond studs.

Once my keys are grabbed off the side table along with my phone, I'm out the door. It's freezing outside, I should've grabbed a jacket. The engine comes to life, and the black Lexus is rolling down the driveway into the dark night.

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My eyes scan the street to find a proper parking space. Why the hell are there so many cars parked here tonight?

A groan escapes my mouth and I sigh pulling into a parking space towards the end of the road.

I picked the wrong day to wear heels.

It takes at least ten minutes to walk to his driveway in the cold, the wind whistling through the dark alleyways. It looks like it's about to storm, so I hurry up to the covered porch, ringing the fancy doorbell.

The raven haired boy answers immediately, suddenly engulfing me in a hug, shoving me inside before shutting the door. It's just him and I in the room, and I gaze around in confusion.

"Where's the boys?" I ask and my phone drops onto the carpet as loud shouts fill the room.

"Suprise!" Everyone screams popping up from random places, including a lamp next to me, making me lost balance. Zayn makes the catch before my back hits the floor and I thank him before standing back up.

A crimson color covers my cheeks in shock and embarrassment. There are at least fifty people in here, surprising myself that a glance hasn't gazed over one person. Someone pulls my body into theirs and runs my back in small circles.

"Isn't this great? It's your going away party! Ya know the last party until you go away to that fancy school with those snot bags." He laughs and I can't help the smile that comes to my face. I pick up my phone and turn back to him.

"This is really sweet Zayn." As soon as I utter the last word the room transforms into a club atmosphere, a DJ pushing a cart to the corner and playing a remix of 'Habits' by Tove Lo. "Wow... your parties work fast."

"Barely." He shrugs. "Just wait until a bit later, people are gonna be so piss drunk they won't remember who's house they went to."

"Where's your parents?" I wonder, him leading me to the kitchen while random strangers are already grinding on one another.

"They are always out of town. How do you think I have so many parties?"

"Right." I chuckle with him.