Forever

3. ANGER

3. ANGER

Song: Heathens

Singer(s): Twenty-one Pilots

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"What are you doing in my room?" He whispered and I clumsily scrambled out of his bed.

"Your room?" Looking around I realized I was indeed in a room. I glared at him in confusion before whispering back, embarrassedly," I thought this was the Krusty Krab!"

"What?" He questioned, before taking in my appearance," Jesus fuck, you're drunk!"

"And you're cute," he stared at me in shock before I laughed and continued,"see, don't lie to me and I won't lie to you! I am not drunk, I do not drink."

Within seconds Zayn was in front of me, his minty breath wafting over me. I gulped, taking a step back before falling flat on the bed. Zayn hovered above me his arms holding mine above my head.i couldn't help but admire his beauty from this position. I doubt he'll ever let me get this close to him when I'm sober, so I might as well check him out now.

"Breathe on me," he whispered, pulling back.

My eyes widened in surprise before I pulled him closer and whispered in his ear,"is this... some sort of fetish?"

I felt him recoil in surprise before his body began shaking with laughter. Mine remained still as I waited for a response. I mean I know guys are into a lot of things, but him having a fetish like this is really weird.

"No, it's not a fetish. I want you to breathe on me so I can smell the alcohol on your breath. I'm pretty damn sure you're not this crazy, when you're sober. But you insist on saying you're not drunk!"

"All I did was drink some punch, and some water!" I replied pushing him off of me and rolling myself under his covers.

"That shit is always spiked! The water, the punch, the sodas, everything has alcohol in it you conceited little girl," he growled once again placing his body on top of mine.

Except this time my body was tucked underneath the covers. As drunk as I may have been, I felt anger course through me as I leaned forward to yell at him.

"Stop being such an arse! I have done nothing to you! Maybe I am a good girl, maybe I follow the rules, maybe I don't like purposely drinking something that makes you lose all control and act stupider than usual! But there is nothing wrong with me, just because my lifestyle is so different from yours, you fucking prick," both of us were breathing hard in anger.

His eyes lowered to my lips and I knew what was gonna happen before it did. Before he could do anything I slammed my lips roughly against his. The alcohol still coursing through every nerve of my body as my brazen hands began running themselves all over his body. With a low growl, Zayn held my wrists up by his hand and used the other to pull me closer by my waist. I lifted my hips up to rub myself against his body.

Suddenly his hands weren't on me anymore and his body wasn't covering mine. I opened my eyes to find him standing up with his head in his hands. He glanced over at me and before I could ask the question he whispered," I won't take advantage of you, little girl."

With those words, he laid down underneath a huge blanket. On the little couch thing next to the window sill. I didn't have time to ponder his words, as seconds later my eyelids began to get heavier. When I couldn't keep them open any longer I mumbled one last thing," I came to steal the Krabby patty formula, what will plankton say when I come back with nothing?"