My Kind Of Love

Chapter 5 Accidental Hero

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**Jason’s POV**

I couldn’t take it anymore I needed and wanted her so bad. I grab her wrists and lead her through the back door…

I tug her through the back helping her balance; as she is drunk as hell and unaware of the situation.

“Jas-ssonn where are you bringing mee?” Bea questions while trying to mumble the words out of her drunk swollen lips. I smirk as we go through the long alley. Urh fuck that shit we are gonna do it here and now.

“Mmm Babe, I want you so bad…” I whisper in her ear while slowly kissing down her neck leaving little wet marks behind. Oh damn her moans are so fucking hot even when she’s drunk. I feel her hands slowly fist my hair as she sloppily tugs it. I push her up against a wall, making her beautiful eye’s flutter open. I need to fuck her so bad. Without even thinking I try to lift the bottom of her dress so I could get a easier access to do the deed. Shit, moments like these make me hate fucking tight dresses.

“Harry stop we can’t-t do thisss!” Did that bitch just fucking call me Harry? I feel the annoyance boil in me. I rip up her dress revealing her purple lace panties. Oh fuck…

“JASON!! This is badd I-I need to leave!” She slurs pushing me away from her with her fists.

**Bea’s POV**

Finally coming to my senses a little I realize that this isn’t Harry but Jason who is trying to get it in with me. FUCK. I can’t think straight with all the alcohol in my veins. I just feel like passing out, I’m fucking terrified! I don’t want him to take my awesome virginity. Shit, this alcohol is making me think all weird.

No matter how hard I tried to push the hot bastard away he kept forcing me. Boys are big meanies. I suddenly gasped escaping from my thoughts when his fingers start rubbing the outside of my panties. Urh it feels good, but NO I CAN’T.

“Jassson get the fuck off me!” Oh shit the big guy is angry. Fucking alcohol.

**Zayn’s POV**

Damn this club is rockin tonight. Hot girls everywhere and drinks half price off. Shit, the bartender has a huge rack; I need to get her number for later.

I guess you could say I was a little more “jollier”. Maybe cause of the 2 beers I drank at Harry’s place. Speaking about Harry he is such a pain in the ass the pass 2 days. God dammit he got into a fight with a fucking little girl who is twice as small as him. If I was him I would have just fucked the bitch and she would have been drooling all over him. All this worrying about some Bea girl is giving me a fuckin headache. I needa light a cig.

I find my way towards the back door and step out into the back alley. Creepy but I didn’t care; I was no pussy. I mean when guys saw me their balls fall off that’s how scared they are.

Lost in thought while lighting a cigar and blowing ringlets around myself I suddenly hear a squeaky drunk voice “FUCK LET GO OF ME, DON’T TOUCH ME!” I quickly jolt up throwing my cig to the ground. I may be all-tough and shit but never would I hurt a girl and I will always keep them safe. I pace quickly down the alley and see two dark figures, one slightly familiar. The closer I get I recognize her more… “Holy fuck!” I yell a little to loud. It’s fuckin Bea! Luckily they didn’t hear me.

“Baby, fuckin shut up and relax, I’m gonna make you feel good.” I could recognize that fuckin sick voice from anywhere. Jason. What a sick bastard, getting Bea drunk and taking advantage of her. Fuck, I need to do something, Harry would kill me if I didn’t. Anger starts bubbling in my chest as I clench my fist. Without even thinking I jump and grab his shoulder. Bea’s eye’s look up as if she will pass out.

“Oh hey bud! I was just trying to help her get back home.” I could tell he was trying to cover up. What a lying prick.

Before I know it I feel the impact of my huge first against his jawbone. He goes flying towards the ground, wiping him out half way because I know the right spots to hit.

“Bullshit.” I simply state while smirking. Bea shrieks and drops to the floor. God damn, women… He groans as he tries to pick himself up. I quickly throw back my foot and kick him hard in the nuts.

“FUCK, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” He grabs his crotch and rolls in pain. I smirk enjoying seeing the bastard in pain. I pull out a cig and light it. I take the tip of the burning long stick and gently, I grind it into his skin. Painful. I finish the last ringlet of smoke before I throw it on the floor next to him.

Slowly I grab a handful of his hair and bring his face close to mind. “Don’t ever fucking touch her again.” An evil bloody smile appears on his face. Dirty bastard. I quickly look at Bea who is scrunched up in a little ball. I walk over to her slowly so she wouldn’t get intimidated or scared. I bend down and she covers her face.

“St-stay away from mee.” Fuck she was pretty wasted.

“It’s ok baby girl, I’m Zayn.” I hated talking softly but I didn’t want to scare her even more then she already was so I tried my best to be gentle.

“Are you one of Harry’s peopleee?” I nod my head as she looks up at me with happiness and security in her eyes. Her next gesture surprises me as she opens her arms expecting me to carry her, couldn’t blame her. She wasn’t used to being fuckin wasted. Dumb girl, I mean what if I was a fucking rapist, would she still open her arms to me?

Fuck doesn’t matter right now…

I gently pick her up bridal style and her arms wrap her my neck while resting her tired head on my shoulder. I chuckle to myself thinking about what would Harry do if he saw us like this. She’s fuckin hot and all but I would never lay a move on my best mates girl.

I see my black Ferrari as we get out of the dark alley and on to the empty street. Well, my plans on bringing a girl to fuck at home were fucking ruined. Bea is passed out in my arms so I take this opportunity to place her in the back seat while buckling her up.

“Za-zaynn my pursee!” she moans sleepily. Urh women and their fuckin purses. I quickly run back to the alley to find her purse. I notice the spot that where Jason laid was empty and only a spot of blood was left. I smirk. I find the shiny ass object in the corner and pick it up while quickly jogging back, realizing how dumb of me it was to leave Bea in my unlocked Ferrari.

I sigh in relief as I come back to see her lightly snoring like a baby in the back seat. I throw the purse next to her as I get into the drivers seat. I pull out my phone and quickly text Harry. Oh boy he’s gonna be fucking fuming.

“Be at ur place in 15, I have a special package for you! ;)” I smirk as I send the message to him. As I’m about to start the engine my phone goes off and I read
“I fucking swear if its bitches to fuck! Go and fuck them urself, not in the mood. -Harry” What an asshole, I laugh to myself.

I look at the mirror and see Bea lightly stir. “Mm Zayynee where we goin, is it somewhere funn?”

“To Harry’s place doll, he would be quite mad if I brought you to my place.” I laugh thinking at Harry raging. He hated the fact that I was the only guy not scared of him.

“Noo I don’t wanna go, he’s a big scary monster Zaynn!” she slurs while looking at me with pleading eyes. Haha drunk Bea is actually sorta funny. I understand she was fuckin scared but as a best friend to Harry it’s my duty to bring her ass back to him safely.

I pull up to the apartment and sigh in annoyance. This is gonna be something alright, and to tell you the truth I kinda felt bad for Bea, but it’s her fault, she got herself in this shit. Wait, why the fuck would she go out with Jason anyways, maybe they just saw each other at the club by accident? She’s so fuckin naïve, like you can see Jason’s pervertedness form 7000 miles away.

“Im scaredddd mm.” She says somewhat half asleep and drunk.

Shit, Harry will not take this as a light matter...

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