teenage dirtbag || h.s

1. cigarettes and oversized jumpers

Eve
As I took another drag from my cigarette, I started to slowly forget where I was. I couldn't tell if it was because of the loud music booming in my ears or my head throbbing in pain. I quickly put out my cigarette and stood up looking at my surroundings. I had noticed I was outside of Joy's house and she was obviously throwing another party. Joy had already graduated out of high school a year ago and continued to feed off of her dead parents money. They were very wealthy lawyers and she never really had a stable relationship with them. After her mother died of Cancer and her dad committed suicide she continued to live in the house and live off of their will. Although she had more than enough money coming in monthly she worked at a small vintage antique store in town. She claimed that when the will eventually ran dry she didn't wanna end up broke but I knew the real reason was that she was sleeping with the owner who was in his late 20's and was engaged.

I stood up from the grass and made my way back into Joy's house. I had come up with the conclusion that I was very drunk and that my parents were going to throw a fit when I got how. That's if i make it home.

As soon as I opened the front door I cringed away from the bright strobe lights and the smell of smoke filling my nose.

How long was I outside?

I felt a hand graze up my back and to my shoulders.

"You okay babe?" The voice spoke and I instantly knew it was Zayn.

I quickly turned around and attached my lips to his. He instantly kissed back. He reached his hand up and grabbed my butt, squeezing it tightly in his hand.

Zayn and I were nothing but friends who occasionally hooked up. After him and his girlfriend Perrie broke up for good he said he needed someone to get his mind off of things and I was willing to apply. We didn't have sex of course but filled the gap with other sexually pleasuring things. We acted as if we were together but without the label. He said that if we ever made things official it would just complicate things and I agreed. We didn't see other people but we kept things physical and never emotional. He was my own getaway and I was his.

"Can we get out of here?" I asked and he nodded leading me back out the doors and towards his car.

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It only took us 15 minutes to pull up to Zayn's apartment. He lived right along the beach in a apartment complex. There only was a total of 3 apartments in the complex but he still had 2 floors and his own garage.

He pulled up out front of his apartment and stopped the car. He hopped out of the car and paced towards his front door with me close behind. As he was unlocking the door, he entwined our hands, his hands being superior to mine. Big, warm, and scattered with little tiny cuts that I never bothered to ask about.

We stepped into his apartment and we immediately trudged up the steps towards his room. Closing the door behind me I took a few steps towards his bed and face planted into his comfortable silk sheets. They smelt like him of course, a scent I became fan of.

"You can sleep in this" He said handing me one of his dark blue jumpers. I didn't take long to stand up and begin taking off my dress, him watching my every move. He licked his lips and trailed his eyes down my body.

After I finished taking off my clothes he began to pull off his pants and black V neck. Being only in his boxers, he pulled back his duvet and enveloped himself in his warm bed.

"Come closer" He spoke barely above a whisper. And I did so. I snuggled my face in the crook of his neck and swung my leg over his waist.

For our relationship being only physical we seemed to cuddle a lot. Which I didn't mind of course. We knew our boundaries.

"Goodnight Evie" He kissed my forehead and I almost lost my breathe at the sound of his sleepy voice.

"Goodnight Zayn" I whispered back and was soon enveloped into a deep sleep.