Zayn's P.O.V.

She shoves her way through the crowd with diligence, me lagging just behind her. She finally stops dragging me along when we get to the center of the dance floor, and for the first time, I have time to comprehend the feelings I'm having. The main one was fear.
"What are you going to do? I've never even done any drugs before. How are you going to get them?"
She didn't even take the time to respond to me. She simply let go of my hand and walked to the center of the room. I felt odd when she did this. Lonelier, emptier. Then I realized it was because she was no longer touching me. I had known this girl for 20 minutes, and my body was already craving her touch. How was she already doing this? I was lost in my train of thought when I glanced to see where she had gone.
There she was.
Center of everyone's attention, grinding on some old guy who looked like he was enjoying himself a little too much.
Part of me was livid. How could she walk away from me just to go dance with some guy who looked like he'd just had his third grandkid? Why the fuck would she do that? That part of was ready to fucking punch a wall. Or better yet, the perv's face. And if that had been all I was feeling, I would have.
But there was another part of me. The part that was so fucking turned on that I was unable to even think clearly. The way her hips rolled at perfect rhythm to the song. The way her eyes were closed and her head tilted back just slightly. The way she moved into him a little harder on each beat. And, oh god, the way her hands were sweeping across her body the entire time.
I felt myself getting hard at the mere sight of this girl dancing with another guy. Christ what would happen if she were dancing with me?
After what seemed like a very long time, I finally saw her scan the room. She caught my eye and quietly slipped away from the old man. As she grew closer and my hard on got softer, all that remained was anger.
"What the fuck was that?!"
She did not speak. She just smirked. And looked at me with one of the most dangerous looks that I had ever seen. Before I knew it, she was dragging me again. This time, it seemed, toward the loo.
"What are we doing here, Michelle? What is going on?"
She pulled out a tiny bag filled with a white powder.
"What? Where did you get that?"
She just let out a small laugh and said, "People will give you anything these days. You only have to ask."
She took out a decent amount of the powder and carefully made a mound of it on her index finger. With one inhale, all of it had disappeared and was moving through her body like a sigh of relief.
She handed me the bag.
"Are you sure about this? Do you even know what this stuff is?"
"Does it matter? Look, you want to not be so fucking bored, right? Well here's your shot. Stop thinking and just do it."
She was right. All I ever did was think. I was fucking tired of thinking. I just wanted to do.
I mimicked her actions by taking out a good amount of the powder and placing it on my finger. It was too late to go back now, so with one last "fuck it" I snorted the powder.
"Holy shit..."
It was like a wave of fire crashed into my brain. My throat and nose burned like hell, but the pain wasn't anything compared to the rush of the chemicals entering my system. I felt untouchable. It was thrilling. I was fucking alive!
As though she was reading my mind, Michelle tilted her head back and laughed. And not a giggle. Like a real, intense laugh. She laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes, and she had to clutch her stomach from the pain of it.
"Fucking hell! I feel fucking amazing!"
This time, I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the dancefloor. I wanted to feel her body against mine. I wanted her hips rolling into me. I wanted her. All of her.
When we got to an emptier section, I spun her around and slammed her body into mine. She immediately pressed her body to me and began moving in sync with the music. I wanted to touch every single part of her right there in the middle of that room, but I settled for just grabbing her waist. Before I knew it, my lips were pressed to her ear, and she had my hair clutched into her fist. I couldn't tell if it was just the high or if she actually felt something for me, but at that moment I didn't care. She was just as into it as I was and that's all that mattered.
My fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, and it was like a shot of electricity through my entire body. The drugs mixed with the adrenaline and the feel of her bare skin was a different kind of high all together. I never wanted to come down.
Then, she reluctantly pushed herself off of me and whispered that she'd be right back.
What was I doing with this girl? I was fucking engaged and all I could think about was the way Michelle made me feel so... alive.
At that, Michelle sauntered toward me with that same smirk on her face. I looked down to see her hold a small blue pill with a butterfly printed on it.
The butterfly reminded me of Harry and I suddenly remembered that I'd come here with them tonight. I started to wonder if they had already left when Michelle held out the pill for me.
I knew better than to ask what it was at this point and so I let her set it gingerly on my tongue.
"Don't swallow yet. Let it dissolve first and then take a drink."
She handed me a glass that I assumed she had just gotten from the bar.
I followed her instructions and then took a sip. Jack and Coke. Even her drink preference was fucking hot.
For a while, I felt nothing. We continued dancing, all the while trying to ignore the growing sexual tension. But then out of nowhere, the new high hit me.
The lights in room became much more intense. They were coming from everywhere and all different colors. But they weren't your normal, every day colors. No, these were brilliant shades of blues, greens, and yellows that I had never seen before. They were from a whole other world. And then there was the music. The only way to describe it was to say that the music sounded the way that great sex feels. It was like nothing I'd ever heard before. All of my senses were heightened, but the most exquisite one was my sense of touch.
I'm not sure if it was because it was her touching more or just the drugs, but just the feeling of her fingertips against my arm was better than any orgasm I'd ever had. I could only imagine what sex with her would feel like.
I could tell Michelle was feeling it too from the way her eyes were closed and her lips were just slightly parted. I wanted to feel those lips against every part of me.
I dismissed the thought and decided to check my phone for the first time since I'd met Michelle. I had 13 missed calls. 8 from Perrie and 5 from Harry. Normally I would've panicked and called them both to explain, but not tonight. I was too high and I didn't want to waste a moment of it. I put my phone back in my pocket and leaned down to Michelle,
"Do you want to get out of here?"
Our cheeks brushed and that alone sent shivers down my spine.
She looked at me and it was like I was seeing her for the first time again. The green in her eyes was like a breath of fresh air and I was astounded.
She smirked and said,
"Absolutely."

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