Just A Little Bit

To say I was caught up in this moment would be a total understatement. I was pretty much putty in Zayn's hands. If he wasn't holding me up, I'd be on the ground.

The song ended too early for my liking but he stayed close, holding me tightly to him and staring down at my flushed face. He was truly beautiful- long eyelashes, perfect bone structure. His hair looked so soft and I wanted to run my hands through it.

Unconsciously, I reached up, still holding eye contact with him. My breathing was uncontrolled and I felt a sense of pride roll through me as his breaths exited his parted mouths in heavy puffs. Before I could touch his forehead, his hand wrapped around my waist and the moment we shared a second earlier was lost. Just like Louis, he changed emotions quickly, once welcoming and the next intimidating as hell.

I flinched back at his rough touch, stealing my hand away from him. Elizabeth's words came back to me: 'He's a man whore.'

He is what everybody wants- gorgeous, rich, and smart. Yet the one fatal flaw of his...he was a player. A whore who picks up girls and dumps them before the night is even over. I shuddered to think I would be yet another on his list.

Stumbling back I gained control of my actions. Zayn still stared at me, slowly tilting his head to the side with a smirk. I turned away from him, burying myself in the sweaty people. It smelled like BO and really cheap perfumes as I wriggled in and out, finally stopping next to Elizabeth, who was dancing with someone who wasn't Harry.

I frowned but shrugged it off quickly and her hazel eyes found mine, a lazy grin sprouting.

"Hey, Grace! Where'd you run off to? We were looking for you..."

I scoffed. Yeah right, you were busy hunting down the tall hot man as soon as we entered the building. I glanced suspiciously at the boy dancing with her, only to see his eyes glazed and staring down the valley of her breasts. I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off.

"Anyways, what are you doing? And this is Ryan from Physics." I waved awkwardly and he simply nodded. "Uh, I want to go home. Now." Her eyebrows pulled together and her pout formed effortlessly, like she had done it before.

"Why? The party just started-"

I groaned. "Please, Elizabeth. I need to leave." I hissed, glancing over my shoulder to see Zayn and Louis talking profusely, occasionally scanning the area. Oh shit.

"Why? What happened?" She broke away from Ryan and I mentally thanked her. She wasn't too drunk to notice I was panicking. Ryan huffed and stepped away from us. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him before grabbing my arm and hauling me over to a more quiet and private spot.

"I- uh- danced with a couple guys. I'm just done, let's go."

She sighed and ran a hand through her perfect hair. I watcher her warily, knowing she wasn't going to let me leave. "Listen, Grace. This is a party. Have fun. Do something crazy!"

"I have." I practically was dry humping Zayn Malik and thinking dirty thoughts about the guy; after dancing with Louis Tomlinson and him calling me a babe.

"Like what?" She crossed her arms and leaned back.

Shit. Should I tell her? That would include one of two things- one, there would be a lot of scorning and warnings; or two, lots of squealing and never ending questions.

"I danced with two very provocative guys." I said lowly, even though nobody would be able to hear us. She rolled her eyes, sighing again. "Like who?"

I bit my lip. Now or never.

"Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik."

Her eyes widened and face paled, her arms dropping from her chest as she leaned forward, up in my face. I cringed, practically feeling the questions rolling from her. I was so dead.

Elizabeth clapped her hands once.

"Tell me everything!"

"I really shouldn't, Elizabeth. We need to go."

"Oh please, what's going to happen if you don't tell a friend? You didn't sleep with them did you?"

"No. God no." But my tone was bland and the suspicion clearly edged itself in her mind.

"Okay, thinking dirty about someone and sleeping with them are two different things." I stated, just to get her off my back. I don't want her to think of me as somebody who sleeps with a guy she just met, even though I almost would've if not for the music ending for a split second. I swallowed nervously, watching her face fall from suspicion to curious.

"Which one first?"

"Louis."

She raised an eyebrow. "So you danced with Zayn and escaped from his predatory hands?"

I soured. "You make him sound like a bad guy."

"He is."

"You don't even know him!"

"And you do?"

I bit my lip, tearing myself away from her wondrous gaze.

"Oh my God, you're defending him!"

Was I? Realization dawned on me and I clenched my hands. I really wanted to leave, now.

"No, I'm not."

"Denial is the first sign of being attached to someone." I gaped at her and she smirked in her win. Shit I really hated her at this moment.

"What do you expect me to say? I like him? How about this: I want to have sex with Zayn Malik!" I screamed, my voice carrying over the people. Some hooted in response, to drunk or confused to analyze what I've just said. The few that did, looked back at us in shock.

I smirked at Elizabeth, noticing again as her eyes widened and she gasped, taking an unsteady step back. I frowned, reaching for her. "You okay?" I questioned. She shook her head, eyes attaching to something behind me.

Glancing back, I found the dark mysterious figure leaning over us. Shit. Was I too loud? Hell yeah, I was too loud. Now I'm going to pay the fucking consequences.

"How sweet of you, Grace," My knees wobbled at my name on his lips. It sounded so dirty on his rough melodic voice. "Let's have sex, then?" He questioned, hand reaching out to skim my exposed collarbone. I choked and he stepped impossibly closer, breath fanning over me.

My skin started to heat and my mind was leaving my body again. I prayed Elizabeth was still standing behind us and would interrupt us at ANY MOMENT.

"Tell me how you want it, Grace." Fuck, stopping saying my name. I was spiraling down a dark path as he pushed me roughly on the wall to my right, my head leaning against the wood, breaths shoving from my mouth.

"Rough?" He leaned forward, tucking himself in the crook of my neck. My hands wound up, into his hair. It was soft. It was so soft, I wondered what conditioner he used. Oh it felt so nice. "Kinky?" His lips pursed as he spoke and I took a sharp breath. "Foreplay?" I tugged on his hair and he groaned, chuckling after softly.

"I think we have a winner."

He whispered, finding the soft skin above my collarbone and started to suck lightly. My grip tightened and I moaned.

"Can't we do this somewhere more private?" I voiced. Wow, Grace, way to speak up!

Zayn chuckled again like I was amusing. I'm sure I was I'm practically writhing in his grasp and we haven't even gotten alone yet.

Shit.

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