Notorious

Temptation (Zayn Note)

Everybody knows the scene in Mean Girls where the doors blow open and 'The Plastics' strut into the school in slow-motion as all heads turn to watch them in awe. Well, walking into Club Essex with 4/5 of the band made me feel very much like Regina George.

The flashing purple and blue lights immediately blind us and the thumping bass sends vibrations through our bodies. It may be my imagination -or the three shots of vodka I've already had- but, it seems as if every person in the club turns to look at us as we walk through the large double doors.

I don't blame them, the squad pulled out all the stops tonight.

Avery is clad in a tight red ensemble that matches her lips, looking very classic Hollywood. Zayn has his hair slicked back stylishly and a fitted blazer outlining his broad shoulders. Liam and Niall are wearing almost identical black button-ups and sporting just a bit of scruff. Even I decided to actually try to look nice and ended up wearing a light pink knee-length fitted dress with the strappy top so low my chest is almost completely exposed.

We all look like we just stepped off the runway.

I can only imagine what Harry looks like.

It's a good thing that I don't have to wonder for long because he waves at us eagerly from the bar having gotten here early to pre-game. He greets Liam in a bro-hug-thing before giving Niall a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"Took you lot long enough! I had to start without ya!" His slurred speech and glazed over emerald eyes tell me that he did more than just 'start.'

After shoving my way between a few girls at the bar I am finally able to see Harry clearly and I nearly choke when I do. Black Chelsea boots, black jeans to show off his fit legs, black fitted blazer, and unbuttoned white blouse to showcase his tan skin and black ink. Fuck, seriously?

I blame the vodka for the fact that I nearly start to salivate at the sight of him. But, the feeling is instantly wiped away when I see his arm draped around the girl he had with him at the lingerie shop. Not that I care, because I don't.

As the band exchanges greetings I take it upon myself to order us a round of shots because that is just the kind of friend I am. However, it doesn't take long for the familiar scent of mangoes to fill my nostrils. When I turn from my perch leaning on the bar I am faced with a very drunk and very frazzled looking bandmate.

I don't say a word as his emerald eyes rake my body up and down, lingering slightly at my hips and exposed breasts before continuing down my legs and darkening to a frightening degree. Usually I would call him a pig or shove him away from me, but the shots I took before getting here have already begun to cloud my judgements.

Let him stare as much as he pleases, doesn't mean he gets to touch.

Harry continues to ogle me as the bartender finally passes me the six shot glasses and I greedily grab two before holding one up to the curly-haired drunk in front of me. This finally seems to gain his attention and his hooded eyes meet my own as he takes the shot, immediately tipping it back, and slamming the empty glass on the counter.

"I'm not quite sure if Munchkin is an appropriate nickname for you anymore." He breathes, staring at me heavily.

A smirk quirks up my lips as I down both of my shots quickly, scrunching my face up as the burn slides down my throat. I notice that the girl -Amanda- is busy talking to Niall and Zayn, while my brother and Avery have disappeared.

"And what would be an appropriate nickname?"

"Sex kitten, maybe? Babe? Temptress? Fully grown woman? Fuck, I can't think straight with you looking like that. Can't even think of a good joke." He looks genuinely upset at that, but the devilish grin that lights up his face when his eyes travel down my body again assures me that he's just fine.