Rebellious Love
Enchanted
*previously on Rebellious Love•
The lyrics begin to fill the screen and I laugh at his song choice. You've got to be shitting me.
Chapter six
"I'm too sexy for my love,too sexy for my love,Love's going to leave me," Zayn begins to sing 'I'm Too Sexy' but Right Said Fred. His voice is beautiful and I cant help but grin.
" I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, So sexy it hurts," Zayn slowly slips his shirt off as he sings and I crack up. The gay guys are going wild. Zayn throws his shirt at me and winks. I laugh at him and shake my head. He's crazy. I admire his tan abs and watch as they lift and rise as he sings. His tattoos only make them look more perfect. He looks so beautiful in this moment. His black hair is perfectly messy and his cheeks are flushed beautifully. The bright colorful lights make Zayn's eyes look almost wild. He looks so imperfectly perfect. Almost like an angel. My gaze never leaves him. I'm enchanted.
Zayn continues with the song and I'm dying little by little. He is too good. His voice is like silk. I'm awestruck by this boy.
"SELENA! Get your beautiful ass up here!" Zayn yells at me once he finishes and I shake my head wildly. No way in hell am I going up there, much less singing. Did I mention I can't sing worth shit?
"SELENA SELENA SELENA!" The crowd starts to chant. I'm considering running into the street right now. I look around for an escape, maybe a window somewhere. Possibly hiding behind the bar? Suddenly, a girl grabs me by the wrist and drags me into the crowd. i'm literally shoved to the stage. I realize that I still have some sort of alcoholic drink in my hand and I chug it down. My throat burns, but I'm thankful for the liquid courage. Zayn looks a bit tipsy, dancing around the stage like some sort of fairy.
"Zayn what the fuck are you doing?!" I shout at him. He cheers at me and grabs both my hands. He starts to do a little swing-dancing or something. I'm laughing so hard it hurts. How the hell did I get myself into this situation? 5 hours ago, I would've never thought I would be in a gay bar dancing with Zayn Malik. This is all just some weird hallucination. I probably inhaled some of the ink for my tattooing, passed out on the floor. I reach my hands out to touch Zayn's face. Real as can be.
"Let's sing! We're gonna sing!" Zayn yells, grinning like he just broke out of the insane asylum.
"What are we gonna sing?! I can't sing!"
"Yes you can! Okay just follow me because I'm a pro surfer." He says and starts to sing. Pro surfer?
"Dragon tales, dragon tales! Come with me to Dragon land!" Zayn bursts out the Dragon Tales theme. The fuck?
"Zayn I don't watch dragon tales!"
"Oh. " Zayn looks confused, "Okay we'll sing your favorite song then!"
"You don't even know my favorite song, silly!"
Zayn ignores me and grabs the microphone. "This one is for Selena because I love her!"
I love her, I love her, I love her. Repeats again and again in my head. It's just the alcohol talking obviously. Right?
Zayn points to the Dj and a familiar beat starts to play. Oh god.
"You say you're searching for somebody that will take you out and do you right.
Well, come here baby and let daddy show you what it feels like.
You know all you gotta do is tell me what you're sipping on.
And I promise that I'm gonna keep it coming all night long." Zayn looks at me seductively. So this is apparently my favorite song?
"Looking in your eyes,
While you're on the other side,
(And I think that shorty I gotta thing for you)
You're doing it on purpose, wind it and work it.
I can tell by the way that you're looking at me, girl."
Zayn continues, staring at me. I lock eyes with him and I notice his hazel eyes are darker than usual.
"I wanna make love in this club.
In this club
In this club
In this club
I wanna make love in this club.
In this club
In this club
In this club." Zayn points his finger at me and beckons me over. I comply and he grabs my waist and pulls me against his body.
Zayn's POV.
"Listen, if you got some friends rolling with you than baby that's cool.
You can leave them with my niggas, let them know that I got you.
If you didn't know, you're the only thing that's on my mind.
'cause the way I'm staring at you got me wanting to give it to you all night."
I don't really know what came over me. I partly want to blame it on the alcohol, but I know it's not. I roll my hips against Selena's as I sing. Her eyes take on a mischeivous look and I know the alcohol is getting in her system. She turns around and presses her ass against my crotch. She's grinding on me. And she said she couldn't dance. (A/N Ohmygod, this is so cliche! I'm sorry lol I just had to. Don't worry though. The rest of this story won't be so cliche.)
We continue grinding and I don't know if I can take this much longer. My pants seem to be getting uncomfortably tight. I know Selena can feel it too because she's smirking. I really can't keep this going. I want to fuck her senseless. This is so wrong, I can't take advantage of her while she's drunk. But she is really testing my willpower.
"Selena. I-stop.I can't." I whisper in her ear and pull away. I brought this upon myself, I know.
"Aww, you're no fun." Selena pouts, but I know it's the alcohol.
"Let's get out of here." I drag Selena through the club as she protests. When she tries to grab a glass of whiskey from the bar, I slap her hand away and push us out the door.
"Zayneeey Bearrr." Selena whines, stumbling down the street.
"Selena Booo," I copy and she giggles, "Where do you live?" Selena shrugs.
"You tell me, big boy." She giggles, and pokes my cheeks. I'm going to have to take her to my flat. Which is not good. Fans have been crowding around the building for days, I barely made it out alive trying to get out tonight. I hail a taxi and tell him the address. We're at the apartment building within minutes. I pull Selena out of the cab. This is a hard task with her groping me. She slides her hands down my chest and I slap her hands away reluctantly. This girl is really trying my willpower. I stand Selena up on the sidewalk and pay the driver. As I start to walk towards my building, Selena grabs me and runs her hands up and down my sides. I shudder when she sticks to fingers in the waistband of my pants. I want to take her right here, right now and she knows that.
"Selena I swear to god, if you touch me again and I'm going to have to fuck you senseless." Selena grins wildly.
"I thought you'd never ask!" I roll my eyes and pull her hands out. She tries to grab me again, but I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
"Zaaaaynnn. This is not polite, mister!" Selena protests. I roll my eyes.
"And it's not polite to stick your hands in my pants, missy." I say and she giggles.
"Oh well, I have a nice view of your ass." Selena says and I laugh. This girl. She slaps my ass.
"Do I have to tie you up back there?" I threaten. Tie her up to my bed and fuck her brains out that is. No, fuck, what is wrong with me?
"Ohh, yes please do." Selena laughs behind me. I don't reply as we walk into my apartment building.
"Day-umm. Look at this place." Selena says in awe, "My place looks like a supply closet compared to this fancy shit!"
I shrug. "It's nice, I guess."
"You guess? This place is the fucking Taj Mahal!"
"Nonsense. You should see my real house."
I notice the few people in the lobby, staring at us. Oh don't mind us, just a famous popstar carrying a drunk girl over his shoulder. Nothing to see here.
The gods must've answered my prayers because no fans mob us. I manage to get Selena and I into the elevator and to my room without much trouble. Really the only trouble was Selena trying to feel me up. I place Selena back on the ground and fish my key out of my back pocket. I find it and open my room.
"Day-umm." Selena says for the second time tonight. She takes in my apartment, which is more like a small house. The walls are white except for the all glass one which has a very nice view of New York City.
I spot Harry sleeping on my couch which is surprising because he is usually out partying. Selena sits down on Harry's legs which take up the couch and pokes his face.
"Ooo. Who's this kid?" I stare at her with a look that says really?
"Oh. Duh," She slaps her forehead, "It's that Gary kid! I love him." She must be pretty drunk if she doesn't remember who Harry Styles is. I roll my eyes at her and stand next to Harry. I slap his face, which is the only way to wake him up.
"The fuck?" Is the first thing he says. How lovely.
"What are you doing, mate?" I ask him as he rubs his eyes with his fists like a child. I sometimes forget how young he really is.
"Obviously leisuring leisurely on your couch. Until you interrupted it." I roll my eyes at him. His slurred words tell it all. He's drunk too. Is everyone drunk my god. Harry then seems to notice Selena sitting on his legs.
"Oo. Who's this?" Selena seems to think thats hilarious and she bursts into giggles.
"I said the same thing about you!" She manages to get out and Louis looks at me with a 'What the fuck?' face. He seems to be a bit hurt that Selena didn't know who he was.
"Thats Selena and she is piss faced. And very horny so don't try anything." I glare at him and he looks at me with big innocent eyes.
"I would never try anything Zayn! I'm so hurt." Harry puts his hand on his heart, faking a hurt look.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Sarcasm rolls off my words. Selena is watching the news on the TV like its the most fascinating thing she's ever seen.
"Wait. Hold the fuck up. Did you say Selena?"
"Yeaaah.. why?" I'm confused....
"Selena holy fuck! I knew she looked familiar ohmyfuck!" Harry exclaims with wide eyes. He sits up with Selena still on his legs.
"What are you talking about Harry? You know Selena?" I ask him and he grins wildly.
"Know her?! She used to be my girlfriend! Ohmygod this is so crazy..." He's shaking his head and his curls are flying around.
Girlfriend? What. The. Fuck.
The lyrics begin to fill the screen and I laugh at his song choice. You've got to be shitting me.
Chapter six
"I'm too sexy for my love,too sexy for my love,Love's going to leave me," Zayn begins to sing 'I'm Too Sexy' but Right Said Fred. His voice is beautiful and I cant help but grin.
" I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, So sexy it hurts," Zayn slowly slips his shirt off as he sings and I crack up. The gay guys are going wild. Zayn throws his shirt at me and winks. I laugh at him and shake my head. He's crazy. I admire his tan abs and watch as they lift and rise as he sings. His tattoos only make them look more perfect. He looks so beautiful in this moment. His black hair is perfectly messy and his cheeks are flushed beautifully. The bright colorful lights make Zayn's eyes look almost wild. He looks so imperfectly perfect. Almost like an angel. My gaze never leaves him. I'm enchanted.
Zayn continues with the song and I'm dying little by little. He is too good. His voice is like silk. I'm awestruck by this boy.
"SELENA! Get your beautiful ass up here!" Zayn yells at me once he finishes and I shake my head wildly. No way in hell am I going up there, much less singing. Did I mention I can't sing worth shit?
"SELENA SELENA SELENA!" The crowd starts to chant. I'm considering running into the street right now. I look around for an escape, maybe a window somewhere. Possibly hiding behind the bar? Suddenly, a girl grabs me by the wrist and drags me into the crowd. i'm literally shoved to the stage. I realize that I still have some sort of alcoholic drink in my hand and I chug it down. My throat burns, but I'm thankful for the liquid courage. Zayn looks a bit tipsy, dancing around the stage like some sort of fairy.
"Zayn what the fuck are you doing?!" I shout at him. He cheers at me and grabs both my hands. He starts to do a little swing-dancing or something. I'm laughing so hard it hurts. How the hell did I get myself into this situation? 5 hours ago, I would've never thought I would be in a gay bar dancing with Zayn Malik. This is all just some weird hallucination. I probably inhaled some of the ink for my tattooing, passed out on the floor. I reach my hands out to touch Zayn's face. Real as can be.
"Let's sing! We're gonna sing!" Zayn yells, grinning like he just broke out of the insane asylum.
"What are we gonna sing?! I can't sing!"
"Yes you can! Okay just follow me because I'm a pro surfer." He says and starts to sing. Pro surfer?
"Dragon tales, dragon tales! Come with me to Dragon land!" Zayn bursts out the Dragon Tales theme. The fuck?
"Zayn I don't watch dragon tales!"
"Oh. " Zayn looks confused, "Okay we'll sing your favorite song then!"
"You don't even know my favorite song, silly!"
Zayn ignores me and grabs the microphone. "This one is for Selena because I love her!"
I love her, I love her, I love her. Repeats again and again in my head. It's just the alcohol talking obviously. Right?
Zayn points to the Dj and a familiar beat starts to play. Oh god.
"You say you're searching for somebody that will take you out and do you right.
Well, come here baby and let daddy show you what it feels like.
You know all you gotta do is tell me what you're sipping on.
And I promise that I'm gonna keep it coming all night long." Zayn looks at me seductively. So this is apparently my favorite song?
"Looking in your eyes,
While you're on the other side,
(And I think that shorty I gotta thing for you)
You're doing it on purpose, wind it and work it.
I can tell by the way that you're looking at me, girl."
Zayn continues, staring at me. I lock eyes with him and I notice his hazel eyes are darker than usual.
"I wanna make love in this club.
In this club
In this club
In this club
I wanna make love in this club.
In this club
In this club
In this club." Zayn points his finger at me and beckons me over. I comply and he grabs my waist and pulls me against his body.
Zayn's POV.
"Listen, if you got some friends rolling with you than baby that's cool.
You can leave them with my niggas, let them know that I got you.
If you didn't know, you're the only thing that's on my mind.
'cause the way I'm staring at you got me wanting to give it to you all night."
I don't really know what came over me. I partly want to blame it on the alcohol, but I know it's not. I roll my hips against Selena's as I sing. Her eyes take on a mischeivous look and I know the alcohol is getting in her system. She turns around and presses her ass against my crotch. She's grinding on me. And she said she couldn't dance. (A/N Ohmygod, this is so cliche! I'm sorry lol I just had to. Don't worry though. The rest of this story won't be so cliche.)
We continue grinding and I don't know if I can take this much longer. My pants seem to be getting uncomfortably tight. I know Selena can feel it too because she's smirking. I really can't keep this going. I want to fuck her senseless. This is so wrong, I can't take advantage of her while she's drunk. But she is really testing my willpower.
"Selena. I-stop.I can't." I whisper in her ear and pull away. I brought this upon myself, I know.
"Aww, you're no fun." Selena pouts, but I know it's the alcohol.
"Let's get out of here." I drag Selena through the club as she protests. When she tries to grab a glass of whiskey from the bar, I slap her hand away and push us out the door.
"Zayneeey Bearrr." Selena whines, stumbling down the street.
"Selena Booo," I copy and she giggles, "Where do you live?" Selena shrugs.
"You tell me, big boy." She giggles, and pokes my cheeks. I'm going to have to take her to my flat. Which is not good. Fans have been crowding around the building for days, I barely made it out alive trying to get out tonight. I hail a taxi and tell him the address. We're at the apartment building within minutes. I pull Selena out of the cab. This is a hard task with her groping me. She slides her hands down my chest and I slap her hands away reluctantly. This girl is really trying my willpower. I stand Selena up on the sidewalk and pay the driver. As I start to walk towards my building, Selena grabs me and runs her hands up and down my sides. I shudder when she sticks to fingers in the waistband of my pants. I want to take her right here, right now and she knows that.
"Selena I swear to god, if you touch me again and I'm going to have to fuck you senseless." Selena grins wildly.
"I thought you'd never ask!" I roll my eyes and pull her hands out. She tries to grab me again, but I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
"Zaaaaynnn. This is not polite, mister!" Selena protests. I roll my eyes.
"And it's not polite to stick your hands in my pants, missy." I say and she giggles.
"Oh well, I have a nice view of your ass." Selena says and I laugh. This girl. She slaps my ass.
"Do I have to tie you up back there?" I threaten. Tie her up to my bed and fuck her brains out that is. No, fuck, what is wrong with me?
"Ohh, yes please do." Selena laughs behind me. I don't reply as we walk into my apartment building.
"Day-umm. Look at this place." Selena says in awe, "My place looks like a supply closet compared to this fancy shit!"
I shrug. "It's nice, I guess."
"You guess? This place is the fucking Taj Mahal!"
"Nonsense. You should see my real house."
I notice the few people in the lobby, staring at us. Oh don't mind us, just a famous popstar carrying a drunk girl over his shoulder. Nothing to see here.
The gods must've answered my prayers because no fans mob us. I manage to get Selena and I into the elevator and to my room without much trouble. Really the only trouble was Selena trying to feel me up. I place Selena back on the ground and fish my key out of my back pocket. I find it and open my room.
"Day-umm." Selena says for the second time tonight. She takes in my apartment, which is more like a small house. The walls are white except for the all glass one which has a very nice view of New York City.
I spot Harry sleeping on my couch which is surprising because he is usually out partying. Selena sits down on Harry's legs which take up the couch and pokes his face.
"Ooo. Who's this kid?" I stare at her with a look that says really?
"Oh. Duh," She slaps her forehead, "It's that Gary kid! I love him." She must be pretty drunk if she doesn't remember who Harry Styles is. I roll my eyes at her and stand next to Harry. I slap his face, which is the only way to wake him up.
"The fuck?" Is the first thing he says. How lovely.
"What are you doing, mate?" I ask him as he rubs his eyes with his fists like a child. I sometimes forget how young he really is.
"Obviously leisuring leisurely on your couch. Until you interrupted it." I roll my eyes at him. His slurred words tell it all. He's drunk too. Is everyone drunk my god. Harry then seems to notice Selena sitting on his legs.
"Oo. Who's this?" Selena seems to think thats hilarious and she bursts into giggles.
"I said the same thing about you!" She manages to get out and Louis looks at me with a 'What the fuck?' face. He seems to be a bit hurt that Selena didn't know who he was.
"Thats Selena and she is piss faced. And very horny so don't try anything." I glare at him and he looks at me with big innocent eyes.
"I would never try anything Zayn! I'm so hurt." Harry puts his hand on his heart, faking a hurt look.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Sarcasm rolls off my words. Selena is watching the news on the TV like its the most fascinating thing she's ever seen.
"Wait. Hold the fuck up. Did you say Selena?"
"Yeaaah.. why?" I'm confused....
"Selena holy fuck! I knew she looked familiar ohmyfuck!" Harry exclaims with wide eyes. He sits up with Selena still on his legs.
"What are you talking about Harry? You know Selena?" I ask him and he grins wildly.
"Know her?! She used to be my girlfriend! Ohmygod this is so crazy..." He's shaking his head and his curls are flying around.
Girlfriend? What. The. Fuck.
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