Just A Little Bit

After putting up with Elizabeth's constant worry of not finding the right outfit, I had gone down to the nearest Starbucks to relax. Tonight was the party and if I was being completely honest, I was freaking out.

I needed to focus on not drinking and staying clear of the guys that are drinking. It would be an eventful night, for sure.

Ten minutes passed and I stared at my computer screen, reading over schedule times and meetings for the new job I grabbed, down at the Law Firm. The bell on the door rung, signaling someone's entry. I looked up at the new comers, seeing three gorgeous boys step through.

All of them had sharp jaws, narrowed eyes, and had a moody aura. I wriggled in my seat at the sight of them. Who were they? They looked maybe a year or two older than me, but no older and no younger. Did they live on campus? Fraternity house? Either way I didn't want to know them very well. They were intimidating.

I looked away as one of them glanced down at me. My heart rate had increased irregularly and my palms were perspiring. Holy shit. I continued to look down, feeling the heat of their eyes on me. Shit look away! There are like...20 other people here, yet you have to look at me?! Why me?! Of all fucking people...

Sighing, I glanced up. They were standing in line now, talking quietly and occasionally glancing around. Except for that one boy with the dark hair and fucking black eyes. I swear to God he'd be hot if he didn't keep giving me the stalker stare.

Feeling uncomfortable and out of place, I shut my computer down. Time to get out of here and head back to the dorm. There were three hours until the party and I had to take a shower- I think I smelled like shit.

I glanced one last time over my shoulder, locking eyes with his. He stared back, lips parted and eyes gleaming. And then he blinked, his lips curling up into a sadistic smirk, and he winked.

Gasping, I grabbed my computer and headed back into the sun. My pace was brisk to my car and I fumbled a minute or two with my keys before jumping into the driver's seat. I breathed- hard. My mind was fuzzy and whenever I closed my eyes, that penetrating stare looked back at me. I was a fucking mess because of him. Good thing I'll never see him again.

After I was sure I was safe to drive, I back out of the lot and headed down the main street towards campus. Elizabeth would get a kick out of this. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't tell her. Dammit, why was I even thinking about it? It was over and done with and no need to fret more.

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Three hours later and I was standing on the lawn of Alpha Fraternity House. The music was shaking the ground and from the open windows I could see the place was packed. Elizabeth was hanging off her friend's- Maddy- arm while Chris, Maddy's boyfriend, had her connected to his hip. I swallowed anxiously, eyes moving from the brass doors to the mass of people dancing on the floor.

Almost immediately I felt the buzz of everyone's energy. It consumed me and sent my mind in a blur. I haven't even had a drink yet and already I was bumping to the music.

Elizabeth and her group were handed beers as soon as they walked through the door and pushed through the numerous amounts of people to the middle of dance floor. I watched them with a sour expression, how they grinded and swayed on random people. If they were lucky, they wouldn't remember this night. If they were lucky, they wouldn't throw up on anybody.

Deciding it would be stupid if I stayed in one spot, I moved towards the vast opening with normal lights on. The excitement died a little as I entered the kitchen. A couple of people were regenerating their drinks or blandly talking. I stared at the amounts of drinks the boys had set out, my eyes widening. They even had vodka. Shit.

"Hi," A throaty voice said from behind. I spun around, meeting icy blue eyes and a stern jaw. My throat swelled. This was one of the boys from Starbucks. What the fuck. I should know they would be here. Elizabeth said there would be lots of people here, almost the whole school was invited.

"Hey."

He smiled small, his pink lips spreading across his stubble-lined cheeks. "You were at Starbucks earlier, right?" My stomach flipped. He remembered me? I looked down as a slow blush crept along my cheeks. My eyes found the small tattoos running across his forearm and then his biceps and stopping beneath the sleeve.

"Yeah I was."

"I'm Louis. Louis Tomlinson. And you are?"

Louis leaned forward nonchalantly , his hand connecting with the island behind me. His breath fanned over my face and I recognized the slight smell of spearmint mixed with beer. He wasn't drunk though- he spoke fine and his eyes weren't dilated.

"Grace Matter. Nice to meet you."

He smiled wider this time, nodding slightly. "You too, Grace." My name slid from his mouth smoothly, causing my knees to shake and my breaths to quicken.

Wait, did he say Louis Tomlinson? Wasn't that one of the boys Elizabeth was talking about yesterday? I frowned slightly and luckily Louis didn't notice. He was still leaning forward, keeping me from moving to my left. It was a little uneasy, our position, because I didn't know him well. Either way, just like before, he was intimidating. His jaw line was perfect and his blue eyes focusing on one aspect at a time. Right now he was looking to his left and I followed his gaze.

I didn't notice anything important.

"You new here?" He asked abruptly, straightening up and fixing his stare back on me. I shook my head and told myself to breathe. "No I've been here since last year."

"What are you studying?"

"Law, mostly. I know this isn't the best law school but-"

"It has a good program." Louis finished, smiling softly again. My heart hammered my ribs. "What about you?" I dared to ask. Now was not the time to make friends, Grace. Get away from him.

Louis looked surprised by my question and he looked around, shrugging. "Undecided." I nodded understandingly, but slightly miffed. Shouldn't he be graduating next year? Whatever, it's not my business.

"Do you want to dance?" He questions, setting his beer can down behind me and offering his hand. I bite my lip and stare off in the direction of the dance floor. "Last time I-"

"That was last time, babe. Dance with me for a song." I couldn't say no to his hard stare. The once friendly Louis had vanished and was replaced by a cold demanding one. I swallowed unsure and reluctantly grabbed his hand. Without another word he pulled me along, landing us a spot on the floor.

His hands found my waist and pulled me tight against his chest. Instinctively my palms jutted out across his chest. He chuckled warmly, eyes staring down at my own. "Your hands are supposed to go around my neck, babe."

I dragged my hands up his chest, locking around his neck. It only brought us closer and my chest was on his, my breasts pressing to his as we moved. Louis occasionally thrusted his hips into mine, making my face heat and stomach to drop. Holy fuck. Why was I here?

The song ended soon enough and Louis immediately hopped away from me. My mouth dropped and eyes fell to the ground.

"Nice dance, babe."

That would be nice if he stopped calling me babe. I saw his feet move away and I was left with hooting people dancing to some rap song. I searched for Elizabeth, eventually finding her chasing after a guy with long curly hair and a bandanna. I frowned. Guess that was Harry Styles.

What time was it?

"Wrap it up, baby. I'm taking you home."

I gaped at the guy's bluntness, turning and freezing. These were the dark eyes of the man from Starbucks. Naturally my heart raced. Just a little bit more and I could pass out.

I studied his features- glossy, auburn eyes, stubble across the sharp jaw, high cheekbones, black tasseled hair, a tattoo sleeve starting on his right arm. Slowly my eyes widened. Shit. Shit. What am I supposed to do?! What did he even say? How the fuck am I supposed to respond to that.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" My voice didn't shake and I mentally praised myself.

His brows furrowed in a frown and he bit down seductively on his lower lip. Seductively?! Am I going insane?! I think I am. Never have I ever thought about a guy like that the first minute I talk to him. Never. My muscles clenched deliciously as his tongue smoothed over the bite.

"Does it matter?"

He went to grab my hip and I sidestepped him, swatting his hand away. He grumbled, eyes getting darker. "Don't do that." He warned, voice low and husky. I panted. Like a dog.

"Matter of fact, it does matter." I said breathlessly. He smirked, like he knew the affect he had. Was this with every girl or was I the only one?

"If you must know, Zayn Malik."

Warning signals flew through my mind but I couldn't pin point what exactly had been said about him. Dangerous? No. Dammit. I was frazzled by his presence. No fair.

"I'm Grace Matter."

"I know." He smirks.

Zayn notices my confusion and decides to make a move. In a second both my hips are in his hands and my body is being pulled to him. My hands snap up to his chest, just like Louis. Only this time, when my chest bounced on his, and my breasts pressed firmly into his torso, I whimpered.

Fuck.

And the second time. And the third time. And the fourth time. It was the fifth time, as his hips smacked down on mine with force, that I moaned. Literally and actually moaned like a filthy slut. Why was I so turned on right now?

He groaned too and I felt his bulge against my lower stomach. He wanted me?! I closed my eyes and my head fell against his shoulder.

Zayn continued his assault, slowly grinding our hips together and pushing me back to his chest. I couldn't think straight.

There was one thing I absolutely wanted at this moment: to have all of Zayn Malik.

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