Trapped

I completely forgot it was was Chrissy's birthday tonight. We closed early and threw her a little party. Declan's friends with Chrissy's boyfriend so he just had to be there. To avoid too much conversation, I had a game plan to get drunk off my ass. It probably seemed unprofessional but I couldn't give a shit. I soon grew bored of taking shots by myself, I wanted to go home. As drunk as I was, I snuck out unnoticed - leaving Declan there alone. I figured he would realize I was gone soon enough and head home. Without thinking too hard, I shrugged it off.

Now drunkenly climbing up the apartment stairs, the simple task soon began too hard so I stopped and took a seat. Finally mustering up the strength and balance to stand up, I grabbed the railing tightly. "One step at a time Kayla, one step at a time." I soon became unsure if it was the alcohol that made the time pass so slowly, or if I was actually just taking a really long fucking time. Finally reaching Declan's door after an eternity, I turned the handle only to realize it was locked. What the fuck. I patted myself down in an attempt to find my key but I was at a loss. To be completely honest, I probably had it - I was just too drunk. I stood on my tippy-toes to try to reach the door frame to see if the spare was there and of course it wasn't. Should call Declan? Maybe he didn't realize I had left. I opened my clutch and as if things couldn't get any worse- my phone disappeared.

Running out of options. Fuck. I rested my back up against the door and slid down to my knees. Maybe I can wait it out? I really had no other choice but to. ..Zayn.

Probably one of the worst decisions I've made all night, I headed down to Zayn's floor just as slowly as I made my way up. When I got to his door, I pounded twice. I wonder if he heard them? Is he asleep? What fucking time is it? I wonder if he's shirtless like that one time we shared a bed. Fuck he looked so good. My drunken thoughts began to take over my mind, making me chuckle to myself.

"Kayla?" Zayn said as he was rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. His voice was raspy and for a split second I felt bad for waking him up.

"Hi Zayn!" I blurted out as I drunkenly tumbled into his apartment. I managed to plant a quick kiss on his lips before making my way to the couch. "How are you" A big smile was plastered onto my face. But, Zayn didn't respond. He was still in shock from the kiss I had just given him. He stood there with his mouth slightly opened. I giggled.I don't know why I was so happy. Maybe because I wasn't waiting in a cold hallway not the floor for my boyfriend to come home and let me in? Ew. Boyfriend. The way the word floated around in my head was toxic. I wanted to shove it out, at least for now. Declan was the last thought on my mind. Or maybe I was just genuinely happy to see Zayn. "Well come here silly goose!" I patted on the empty spot on the couch next to me, but instead he took a seat on a folding chair.

"Are you drunk?" Zayn chuckled under his breath. Without responding, I just laughed. I could tell he was trying to be stern with me. He sat with his arms crossed as he eyed me up and down. "Kayla." He paused and waited for me to look up at him. "I don't think Declan would want you here. I'll walk you back upstairs." Standing up he extended his arm out to me.

But I didn't want to go. My brain was telling me to get out of there as soon as possible, but the alcohol running through my body told me to stay. I grabbed Zayn's hand but instead of standing up, I pulled him down onto the couch with me. Climbing on top of him, my legs now straddled his. Putting both of my small hands on his scruffy cheeks, I leaned in and kissed him again. This time it was more passionate, I was more into it. But Zayn wasn't into it. He pulled away, picked my body up and sat me down next to him. What the fuck. Before the words could escape my tongue, Zayn was already talking.

"Kayla. I'm not going to take advantage of you, especially not now. You're drunk and Declan wouldn't appreciate his girlfriend kissing another guy. No matter how much I want to kiss you right now, I won't do it." Everything he said went in one ear and out the other. But wait- Zayn wants to kiss me? Butterflies began fluttering in my stomach. My eyes lit up at the thought. "If you need help getting back upstairs, I'll take you."

"But Declan isn't there. That's why I came here. I was locked out. Plus...I wanted to see you. After what you said earlier, I couldn't help but think you were right." I didn't mean to say the last part but it just all came out like word vomit.

Zayn let out a sigh. "You can stay here for tonight but tomorrow morning you have to go back to Declan's." I smiled at him. "I'll take the couch if you want the bed."

Even through my intoxicated mind, I knew it was wrong to make Zayn take the couch so I insisted that I slept here. Plus, I figured I would fall asleep almost instantly. He gave me blankets, pillows and even one of his shirts to sleep in.

I woke up sweating. What time is it even? I conveniently didn't have my phone and did Zayn even own a fucking clock? It was still dark out though. My head was pounding but I still felt drunk. The alcohol hadn't entirely worn off. I was unable to get comfortable on this now, rock hard couch. Tossing and turning, I had an idea.

Before I knew it I was in Zayn's bedroom underneath the covers with him. I thought I had gone unnoticed until he put his arm over me, holding me in close. He put his mouth close to my ear, his warm breath taking me by surprise.

"I thought you'd never come."

And it was in that moment that I realized I needed to do something about Declan.

Notes

here you go guys!
Sorry I've been taking huge gaps :( I really don't mean it but school has been crazy and I've just been having some personal issues. But- I have my mac desktop back and I will be more consistent with my writing. If you guys have any suggestions for this story, or for future stories let me know! I love when you guys comment or send me messages!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll talk to you guys soon!

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AJ