Zayn:
The club was packed. The music was loud. It was your first time going to a club, and you wanted it to be your last. You were suppose to meet your boyfriend Zayn here but he is over an hour late. You were at the bar, sipping on your fruit drink (with had a little alcohol in it). "Hey babe, sorry I'm late," Zayn said with his hand on my shoulder. He sat down next to you. "Look, I'm sorry babe.. I had hair problems.." He said. "Let me make it up too you," he grabbed you ask pulled you too the dance floor. You refused to dance and tried to leave but he wouldn't let you. He position your arms in dancing position. Going against the fast, thumping music, you too were slow dancing. He danced pretty good for claiming he couldn't dance. You rested your head on his shoulder looking up into his eyes. He lifted your chin and brought your lips to his. His soft thin lips were heaven against yours. He rubbed his tongue against your teeth asking for entrance. You allow him to enter and before you know it your tongues are fighting for dominance. You both pull away, looking into each others eyes.
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One Direction Prefernces
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