Just A Little Bit

Zayn Malik's room was shaded by thick curtains so there was no light. From my hazy state I could make out a large dresser opposite the door, another door that was slightly open which I assumed was the bathroom, a tiny closet to my right, and a king sized bed pressed against the farthest wall- it was so obvious, you couldn't miss it. I think that was his goal.

I shuffled in, gazing around the walls. Posters and a huge map covered most of one side. Sitting on the dressers was what looked like pictures in frames.

A feeling of loneliness seemed to drift from his belongings- like he could have anything or anyone, but nobody wanted him. He was lonely and no matter how much he pretended like he had friends or girls, he didn't appreciate it if no one was there with him to enjoy it.

The door shut quietly behind him and I looked over my shoulder, seeing him already slip off his shirt. Tattoos roamed his torso and my eyes traced over every visible one before scooting lower on his abdomen. An easy six pack led the way down to the tops of his jeans. I blushed and looked away.

"Is this what you want? Privacy?" His voice was deep and smooth and I swooned from it. I could listen to him ramble about nothing all day. I hummed a bit, eyes meeting his wide ones.

"Zayn, I don't do this." His brows pulled together in confusion. I sighed, feeling ridiculous standing in front of him, my body aching for his touch, his lips, his body, while my mind was racing from anything that could come after this. "I don't sleep with a guy and then leave afterwards. I've only had...sex," I blushed at the word. I sounded so innocent. "Three times, all with the same person. I thought I loved him."

He coughed at my words. "So you made love?" I nodded while shrugging. Why was I so uncomfortable? I blame him- even alone he was fucking intimidating and so...experienced, it was hard for me. "I don't make love, Grace." My heart stopped at my name. He sounded angry. Was he angry at me? For admitting that the more I think about it, the more I'm uncomfortable with this idea?

"I fuck. I shag. However you'd like to call it." He sent me a sharp look and took two even steps closer, our chest nearly touching and my head tilted up to meet his stormy gaze. "I don't care for the girls I fuck." He accentuated the last word and I flinched.

Why was I doing this? I had tripped myself into his room and had added emotions in to this mess. Obviously Zayn didn't have any emotion towards his dirty deed- he never kept anyone around long enough. Sex was just away to relieve pressure, I'm guessing. Or, he could not trust anyone. Maybe he's had his heart broken before- had fallen in love and then she left without any explanations. Maybe he has trust issues.

My curiosity grew as I came up with scenarios as to why he was like he was.

"Fine, Zayn. Find yourself a different girl."

I made to go around him but he blocked my way. I glared up at him to see a muscle in his jaw twitch.

"No. I want you." My heart fluttered at his words but my mind crushed the feeling. He's just saying that so he can use you.

"Too bad." I huffed, making another attempt around him. He was fast though, latching on to my forearm and yanking me back. I gasped at his tight hold.

"Are you going to rape me, Zayn?" I asked sarcastically yet partially afraid. I was so stupid for coming in here. It was party rule number one; don't go alone with a boy to a room. Unless you liked said boy.

He puckered his lips. "No." He replied blandly.

After a few moments of closing his eyes, he let my arm go and took a step back.

"If you want to go, go. I won't keep you here against your will."

I bit my lip and watched his eyes open, finding mine instantly. Surprisingly they were soft. I nodded slowly, silently thanking him and heading through the door.

The party downstairs woke me up. I had almost forgotten it was still going on full swing. I needed to find the time. Maybe have a drink. Zayn Malik was something to forget- embarrassing as it was.

The kitchen had a clock above the table reading 12:45 AM. I sighed. Elizabeth would want to stay for two more hours. I grabbed a drink from the counter and took a sip. I wrinkled my nose when it burned my throat. Vodka.

Someone laughed from behind me and I set my drink down before looking to see who it was. He looked friendly with big brown eyes and short black hair. I watched him laugh a couple times before he introduced himself.

"Calum Hood." He stuck a hand out and I took it. "Grace Matter."

He nodded at my drink. "You don't drink vodka?"

"You do?"

He chuckled and my heart pumped warm feelings through my body. "Not really. Beer is better. Unless you're trying to get drunk." His eyes narrowed curiously and I was surprised to hear myself laughing. I shook my head and waved my hands around slightly. "No, no." I smiled sincerely at him.

Calum nodded and then watched as three other boys met him in the doorway. One was tall with blonde hair, another with purple hair, and one with longer lighter brown hair.

"Grace Matter meet Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, and Ashton Irwin."

I smiled at them, not liking how it was now four against one.

"I was just telling Grace the key to party drinking."

"She shouldn't drink." A darker familiar voice boomed from behind. I swallowed, eyes widening, and I turned around. Zayn was closer than I expected, I could reach out and run my fingers down his chest- which was no covered in a plain white tee. Disappointing.

I looked between Calum and Zayn, seeing Calum search for the correct words to say. I swallowed and narrowed my eyes at Zayn. Just when I was replacing you, you come back. Why?

"That's not what I was saying. Just that...she was...drinking vodka and I told her if she didn't want to get drunk she should drink beer."

"Or water." Zayn fired back, eyes like black tiny slits on the Calum. Shit.

"Are you saying you don't drink during parties?" I ask back, turning my back to Calum to save him from Zayn's meaty stare. Zayn softened a little when he looked back to me before looking down at his feet. I smirked in victory. Haha you little motherfucker.

"I don't drink beer or vodka."

I laughed and back stepped away from him, landing myself in front of the four boys. I smiled sympathetically at Calum and he smiled back. "Sorry." I whispered. He shrugged. "No big deal. I'll see you around." I nodded. "Yeah, I live in the dorm 401. Come see me sometime." Calum's smile widened and his eyes twinkled. I felt good knowing I made him that happy. "Of course."

When they were gone, I turned back around to see Zayn was leaning against the counter already watching me. A perfect smirk was on his face and I couldn't help but frown. He looked mischievous.

"What?" I asked, stepping forward and grabbing my drink. Zayn was quick enough to snatch it away before it reached my lips and I scowled at him. The corner of his lips twitched up. Whoa, was that a smile?

"Do you make a habit of meeting guys often?"

"No." I blushed. Dammit, should've lied. Should've made him think I was unavailable.

He nodded and licked his lips. I ignored the clenching of my stomach muscles. No no! Stop this! He was very sexy but that doesn't mean I have to jump his bones- especially after admitting he doesn't care for me.

"We should talk."

"I don't want to." I replied, rolling my eyes. He scoffed.

"Too bad. How about I pick you up from your dorm tomorrow at noon for lunch?"

Does Zayn Malik even do lunch? My mouth was dry. Holy crap did he just ask me for lunch?! I have a feeling that doesn't happen with him.

"Where do you know where my dorm is?"

"401. You told it to that guy."

"His name is Calum."

"Screw Calum. We almost fucked tonight, I still want to fuck you, I think that puts me higher than the guy you just met."

I rolled my eyes. He had a point though. And he still wants to fuck me? Damn I have a feeling my resolve won't last long with him.

I nodded. "Lunch is okay."

A close lipped smile drifted over his face and I was left speechless. He looked better when he smiled.

"I'll see you at noon. Wear something tight."

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