-Carli and Tessa .xx
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This was most likely the most wild party I had ever been blessed enough to attend. Louis and Stan were running around being themselves…which was always a sight to see. I was standing by the bar with Zayn, we were just talking enjoying a couple drinks. It was hard to talk over the music, so we yelled a little.
“How many people do you think are in this apartment right now?” I asked.
“I’d say about 200 maybe more. This is the usual though. I feel bad for the neighbors though, most of them are old retired people.” He replied.
“Do the cops never get called?”
“Chances are they are called, but what cop wants to have to go to the door of Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles party?” He raised an eyebrow and laughed.
“You say it like it is such a big deal!” I pushed his should slightly. I could feel the alcohol that I had been consuming starting to take its effect on my body.
“I am not trying to sound cocky…but we are a pretty big deal around here…and any cop that busted us would get crap from the whole of London.” He said.
“I guess that makes sense…we should go dance!” I smiled, grabbing Zayn’s hand and pulling him to the dance floor. We were both in a fit of drunk laughter as the music pulsed its way through our bodies. The bass rumbled and Zayn pulled my small frame to his. He was a very decent amount taller then me, so his muscular build loomed over me. As are hips pressed together and body moved in a fluid motion, I titled my head back to rest on his neck. He set light kisses on my neck and whispered sweet things into my ear. People around us were watching, giving us looks in a woe.
The song was over and I turned around to face him. The next song was slow, and Zayn began to speak.
“May I have this slow dance with you, Nina?” He bent down and put his hand out in a old fashion.
“Why yes, yes you may.” I smiled, curtsying and taking him hand. He pulled me close once more and set his large hands delicately on my small hips.
Swaying back and forth to the light melody of the song, me and Zayn didn’t speak. But the one thing we did was keep a burning eye contact. We were saying so much through just that. I have only known Zayn for a very short amount of time…but I felt a deep connection that I have never felt with anyone before.
**3 hours later**
Me and Zayn stumbled our way into his flat. Both drunk off our asses, and having a blast.
“You are the sexiest thing…just ever!” I yelled at him, throwing my hands in the air.
“I can say the exact damn thing for you Mrs. Edwards!” He screamed even louder to the ceiling. We both stopped…not moving…and looked at each other. In a matter of seconds we were both on the floor almost crying of laughter.
I said before that I wanted to have a good night and make the a good impression on Zayn and his friends. I think I made a better one on Zayn…but his friends I have yet to find
I’ll tell Carli :)
“So what do you want to watch?” Zayn asked as he walked around the corner and to the DVD case.
“Anything is fine with me!” I said happily as a plopped down on the sofa.
“Then we are going to watch Harry Potter. All of them.” He smirked as he pulled out eight DVD’s.
“Every single movie? That’s like a days worth of sitting on the sofa!” I accused.
“You’re in my house now and you will do what I say. Now we are watching Harry Potter.” He giggled and slid the first movie into the player. He changed the input on the TV then came and say next to me.
He reached over to me and grabbed my shoulders, gently pulling me toward him. I obliged and curled my body up next to his. This felt like the right place. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself, seeing as how I had just met him. But something about it felt to good. Like I was really meant to be so close with him.
**four hours later**
“Are you ready for the fourth movie?” Zayn said excitedly as the credits for the third scrolled on the screen.
“Can we finish this little marathon some other time? My butt hurts.” I whined, stretching my body out on the couch.
“I guess…so what do you want to do? We have all day!”
“Do you boys not do anything as a band? Cause it seems like you have a lot of free time.” I asked.
“Well right at the moment, we are in transition of albums. The factories are processing our second album, and we can’t really do any promoting until in comes out in a couple weeks.” He shrugged.
“Oh I see…do you like traveling to promote it?”
“Sometimes it gets a but tiring…doing the same thing every other day. Going to venues filled with the same thing, screaming girls. Don’t get me wrong, cause I do love it. I just wish I could go away for a bit. Have a break where I can just chill.” He looked me in the eye.
“I understand that, I guess.” I said back to him.
“So again…what do you-” He was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. He looked at me, asking if he could answer it. I nodded.
“Hello?” He said into the phone. “Oh hey Lou, what’s up?”
I just sat on the couch and looked around the room. The ceiling was high, and drapes hung along it. Windows surrounded the entire space and the color scheme was matched. Beige, brown, white, and pops of maroon surrounded me. I was lost in the room, feeling at a certain calm.
“Hey Nina?” Zayn asked, and I switched my attention to him.
“Yes?” I said cheerfully.
“Louis and Harry are having a party at theirs tonight and they asked if I would like to go and bring a guest. Would you be up for it?” He said raising a eyebrow. Zayn Malik had just invited me to one of the most important parties in London, most likely. A party that every fan girl and wanna-be would kill to go to.
“Of course!” I laughed.
“Awesome, do you want to go home quick and get ready?” he asked pointing toward the door. I jumped up and walked toward it, as Zayn followed behind me.
“Deffinently. I wouldn’t want my first impression on your friends to be me in athletic shorts and a v-neck!” I chuckled, so did Zayn.
“I think you look perfect.” He said with a straight face, causing me to blush.
Zayn drove me home and let me out of the car. I walked into me house, shutting the door behind me and yelling.
“Anyone here?” I shouted. With no answer I continued the trek up to my room. I walked in and what I saw surprised me. My room went from a barren, empty space to a fully furnished and decorated abode. Purples, black, and creme colors where the main colors. I noticed my suitcases where gone and I couldn’t help but look in my closet with excitement. I opened the french doors that led to it and gasped. The closet was packed with clothing, some that I had never seen before. I dragged my hand along them and admired the shoes lined up underneath. Then I noticed a not hanging from the ceiling. It read:
Dear Nina,
I knew that life in England was going to be fun for you, and I can’t wait to hear more about it when you come home for a visit. I realized that your clothing from the states might not sufice for those stylish Brits. So I had a consultant of mine go pick you up some of the more main stream items from shops around London. I really hope you enjoy them! And we all can’t wait to hear from you.
Love,
Mom and Gran.
This was more then I think I could have ever asked for. I jumped up and down filled with happiness. I looked at all the dresses trying to pick the perfect dress-shoe ratio for Harry and Louis’ party. I came to the conclusion of a red body-con dress with high black platform heels. I took my long brown hair and put it half up in a clip, straightening it. I did the usual amount of make up, but made the eyes a but darker and brushed some glitter along my cheeks bones. I stood infront of the mirror for a final time, taking in my appearance. I was tall, and rather skinny. I had been athletic growing up so I was not skin and bone. There was muscle to my body.
With the brushing of my teeth and a final application of lip gloss, I called Zayn to let him know I was ready. It was around seven o’clock that I called him and the party was said to started around nine. Within a matter of minutes there was a knock at my door. I walked down the stairs, holding my back clutch, and opened the door. Zayn’s eyes almost seemed to pop out of his head.
“You look absolutely gorgeous.” He said taking my hand.
“And you look very dapper yourself.” I giggled. He was wearing a button up shirt, with a pair of black skinny jeans, and military boots. His hair was gelled up in his famous quiff, and he was signature star earrings in. In my eyes we looked very good together. He opened the car door for me and after I got in he shut it. Walking over to his side, he slid in and put the car in drive.
We got to the house around 7:30, giving us time to mingle among the closer friends who had arrived earlier. I walked into the unfamiliar, dark setting. Music was not yet playing but drinks were being distributed,
“Are you going to have a drink tonight?” Zayn asked me in my ear.
“I may have one of two, don’t want to get to off.” I answered back and he smiled.
“Sounds good enough for me!” He said right as we walked up to the others that we all sitting in the living room.
“Hello everyone!” Zayn smiled and they all chimed back. I remained silent until Zayn acknowledged my presents. “Everyone I would like to introduce you to my date, guys this is Nina Edwards.” He held his hand out infront of me.
“Hello.” I said calmly, smiling.
“Nine this is Louis, Eleanor, Niall, Liam, Danielle, Stan, and you already have met Harry.” He said.
“It’s nice to meet all of you!” I smiled big and made sure that tonight I was going to have a good time. I wanted these people to like me. These were Zayn’s best friends and and I wanted to make the ultimate impression. I really liked him and I knew that if I wanted to be in him life, I would have to be liked by his friends. But throughout all the introductions, and that hour and a half I was sitting there with all of them. I felt a pair of unfamiliar eyes boring into me. Harry.
Yay! I’ll tell Carli :) x
-Carli.xx
Writer of: Forever What You Want
