Wild Child

House Party

'It wasn't supposed to end up like this but hell if it's going to be like this I might as well partyyyy,' I think to myself as I walk through the crowds of people filling the boys' house. It all started when Zayn called and said they wouldn't be home until tomorrow and then Harry and Niall wanted to go Josh's so I had the house to myself. After a few brief phone call people started showing up. I have connections in London town you might say; a few friends had moved here and when word that I was in town spread it was just a matter of time before they knew I'd be having a party. I threw lots of parties in Seattle, because I never had people at home I had to find a way to occupy my boredom so a party was the way to fix.

"Hey baby, here's a drink," a random guy seductively whispers in my ear. I shoot him a smile and take the drink before pushing my way into the kitchen. A group of my friends friends were taking shots and waved me over. I grab a vodka shot and on the coin of three force it down. The slow burn of the alcohol feels good, I haven't been to a party or had anything to drink in what seems like months.

"Come on," I giggle grabbing my friend May's hand and drag her out into the living room aka the dance floor. The tv, tables, and couches have been pushed away to make room for all the bodies to move however there's more bodies than space. The music vibrates through the floor and the delicious beat makes it perfect to dance to.

"Come on let's do another round of shots!" May yells to me. She's another wild child like me; parents are always gone, an empty house, are the ingredients to make a perfect wild child.

She grabs my had and we make our way back to the bar area. "Hey boo, mind making us a round," I wink at Justin, May's older brother. Since he's just a year older than us we've accumulated a lot of fun together. Ewww not like that! Sex leads to babies and babies lead to responsibility. In order to be a wild child you can't be responsible.

"Of course my love, anything for you," he replies leaning over the makeshift bar for a kiss on the cheek. He places the row of shots for a group of us to take. All in all we each drowned about five in that round. "Let's go, time to dance," he commands before grabbing my wrist and dragging me back to the heat of the action.

Bodies pressed against me, the beat of the drums pulsating through the floorboards, kisses planted on my neck from Justin, round after round of drinks this night couldn't be any better.

I dance closer to Justin, our bodies meshing into one on a particularly fast song. Yes I mean grinding, nothing too dirty I'm not that wild. Well not tonight at least(;

"Hey let go!" I yell as one especially hard hand grabs onto my arm. I quickly fling around to see an extremely angry Zayn. Angrier than I have ever seen. "Uh oh," I whisper.

"Alright parties over everyone out!" Liam yells after turning off he music. "If you aren't out in one minute im calling the cops!" he screams.

"Bye Madi, I'll see you soon," Justin says, he almost leans in to kiss my cheek but after taking one look at Zayn he doesn't.

Once everyone is out Zayn yanks me into the kitchen. Unfortunately after all those drinks and my six inch heels I fall forwards almost crashing into the ground but Zayn keeps his hand tightly gripped and yanks me back up. "Have you been drinking?" he asks.

"Uh no. Well maybe. What's the big deal?" I giggle. Yep when I'm drunk I giggle, go Madi.

"Madelyn Rose!" he screams.

All of a sudden my stomach does a summersault and all those drinks are about to come out. "Hold that thought," I whisper before clamping a hand over my mouth as stumbling into the bathroom.

"Shit Madi," Zayn curses before pulling back my hair and rubbing my back. The contents of my stomach all come out into the toilet before I let myself sink onto the ground. "All done?" he asks surprisingly nice. I nod and he picks me up and carries me into his room.