Management Issues
Chapter Seven
Chapter 7
CHARLIE'S POV
"Wanna go to a club." He said.
"Sure." I said, cool.
After we made up i felt secure. I could handle a club. I would have to not drink a lot. Because i knew consequences were bad. I went into the bathroom and dressed. I put on
short black dress and a pearl necklace. I curled my hair and put a shiny bobby pin to hold back my bangs. I put on silver sparkly high heals and i was done. I grabbed my purse and came out to the living room. "Babow!" Said Zayn. "You like?" I said. "Hell yes." He smiled. "Not lets go have some fun."
ZAYN'S POV
The club was crowded, booming with Usher and Jay-Z. I held her hand as we went through the crowds of people. "You okay." I said, looking at her startled face. "I have just never been to a club," she said, observing all around. "Trust me its fun." I said. "How bought the bar." I said. "Sure." She said, sitting on a high chair. "Two lime bud lights." I said to the bartender. I put my hand on her knee.
She kept staring at me like i owed her something. She didn't even touch my hand while her pink lips tasted the beer. She kept looking at the bartender, at anything, just to avoid eye contact. "Need something." I asked. "Ummm no." She said, giving a fake smile. "Need some more beer?" I asked. "I could go for another." She said, addictivley. The bartender brought back two more. "Thanks." I said politely.
For the next hours we drank 2 more beers each. We were both obviously drunk. "Hey theres a room upstairs." I said. "Okay." She said, stumbling up the steps. We helped each other keep balance as we opened the door.
CHARLIE'S POV
I had a raging headache, probably from all the alcohol. I promised i wouldn't get drunk but i was addicted. I laid on the bed, my hair knotted as i flipped off my high heels. Zayn got up and looked at himself in a cracked mirror. Of course, always gotta look good. He pushed back his hair to make it stay. He looked back at me. He came up on the bed. "Sooo whata wanna do." He said, longingly. "I could think of a few things." I grinned.
ZAYN'S POV
She look damn sexy. I mean her long legs and lips. I couldn't resist. I was thinking of sex. She would never do it in a million years but she might just say yes.
CHARLIE'S POV
"Sex?" I said. "Why not." He said, getting closer. "Well i mean..." I dragged off. "Come on, one night." He smiled. He put his hand on my thigh. He put his mouth on my neck, sucking. "Zayn wait." I said. "Problem?" He asked. "Noo." I said. I soon was engaged. I kissed him and did everything i could. Soon as i knew it my bra was off and we were having sex.
----THE NEXT MORNING----
CHARLIE'S POV
I woke up still feeling drunk. Zayn laid on the other side of the bed. Last night was such a blur. I mean i lost my mind. Zayn was right this could get sexual.
CHARLIE'S POV
"Wanna go to a club." He said.
"Sure." I said, cool.
After we made up i felt secure. I could handle a club. I would have to not drink a lot. Because i knew consequences were bad. I went into the bathroom and dressed. I put on
short black dress and a pearl necklace. I curled my hair and put a shiny bobby pin to hold back my bangs. I put on silver sparkly high heals and i was done. I grabbed my purse and came out to the living room. "Babow!" Said Zayn. "You like?" I said. "Hell yes." He smiled. "Not lets go have some fun."
ZAYN'S POV
The club was crowded, booming with Usher and Jay-Z. I held her hand as we went through the crowds of people. "You okay." I said, looking at her startled face. "I have just never been to a club," she said, observing all around. "Trust me its fun." I said. "How bought the bar." I said. "Sure." She said, sitting on a high chair. "Two lime bud lights." I said to the bartender. I put my hand on her knee.
She kept staring at me like i owed her something. She didn't even touch my hand while her pink lips tasted the beer. She kept looking at the bartender, at anything, just to avoid eye contact. "Need something." I asked. "Ummm no." She said, giving a fake smile. "Need some more beer?" I asked. "I could go for another." She said, addictivley. The bartender brought back two more. "Thanks." I said politely.
For the next hours we drank 2 more beers each. We were both obviously drunk. "Hey theres a room upstairs." I said. "Okay." She said, stumbling up the steps. We helped each other keep balance as we opened the door.
CHARLIE'S POV
I had a raging headache, probably from all the alcohol. I promised i wouldn't get drunk but i was addicted. I laid on the bed, my hair knotted as i flipped off my high heels. Zayn got up and looked at himself in a cracked mirror. Of course, always gotta look good. He pushed back his hair to make it stay. He looked back at me. He came up on the bed. "Sooo whata wanna do." He said, longingly. "I could think of a few things." I grinned.
ZAYN'S POV
She look damn sexy. I mean her long legs and lips. I couldn't resist. I was thinking of sex. She would never do it in a million years but she might just say yes.
CHARLIE'S POV
"Sex?" I said. "Why not." He said, getting closer. "Well i mean..." I dragged off. "Come on, one night." He smiled. He put his hand on my thigh. He put his mouth on my neck, sucking. "Zayn wait." I said. "Problem?" He asked. "Noo." I said. I soon was engaged. I kissed him and did everything i could. Soon as i knew it my bra was off and we were having sex.
----THE NEXT MORNING----
CHARLIE'S POV
I woke up still feeling drunk. Zayn laid on the other side of the bed. Last night was such a blur. I mean i lost my mind. Zayn was right this could get sexual.
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