One Direction Imagines

You get drunk- Zayn

YOUR POV

I was on my way to meet my friends at a party. I was driving when I got a phonecall from my boyfriend Zayn. "Hey, what are you doing?" His tone of voice suggested he had an idea of what I was doing.

"I'm on my way to a party."

"(Y/n). It is nine o'clock at night. I don't feel comfortable with you going out this late."

"God, Zayn. Lighten up. You're my boyfriend, not my mother."

"Do you remember what happened at the last party you went to?" The images flashed in my head. I was so drunk I did illegal things. And I couldn't remember any of them.

"Zayn. You ruin everything. Just leave me alone and let me have some fun!" I snapped and hung up.

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I was in the party and had a beer in my hand. It was my fifth one. And I had a few shots before that too. I was drunk, I was falling over, but I was having fun.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. Zayn. "Hello!" I shouted over the loud music.

"(Y/n)! Why havn't you answered my calls?"

"I don't know... I didn't know my phone was ringing." I slurred.

"Shit. You're drunk. Where are you?"

"Jimmie's house. Ya know that huge mother fucking house at the top of Kaller Hill? This place is amazing." I said laughing uncontrollably.

"I'm coming to get you," he said and hung up.

I put my phone back in my bra and I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Wow! That was fast! I just got off the phone with yo-" I turned around and saw a tall man with big muscles. "Hey you're not Zayn! But damn! Look at those muscles! They're huge! Almost as big as this house," I laughed.

"Come with me," he said and took my hand, leading me up the stairs and into the bedroom. He shut the door and locked it.

"Hey! What are you doing? The funs downstairs." I said.

"Not anymore. All the fun is up here," he smirked and threw me on the bed hard. He climbed on top of me and attacked my neck with his mouth. I tried pushing him off, but he only pinned my arms above my head with one hand, while the other made its way between my legs.

"Get off," I shouted, but it did no good. The mans hand found its way under my panties and his fingers played with my clit. Eventually he slipped two fingers inside me, all while sucking my neck. I couldn't supress the moan that came out of my mouth. He removed his fingers and slowly pulled down my panties. "Please don't... Please don't do this." I begged and heard the door knob jiggle.

"Occupied!" The man shouted, but soon the door was busted down onto the floor and there stood Zayn.

"WHAT THE FUCK! GET OFF OF MY GIRL YOU DIRTY BASTARD!" Zayn yelled.

The man got off of me and made his way to Zayn. They were standing face to face now. "She didn't say anything about a boyfriend." The man said.

Zayn threw a punch that knocked the guy out. "Probably because you attacked her before she got a chance to speak," he spat at the unconcious man on the floor. Zayn looked at my tear stained face, "Are you all right?" I shook my head as another tear fell from my eye. "C'mon. I'm getting you out of here." He said and picked me up. He found my purse easily and carried me out to my car. He strapped me in and drove me to his flat, knowing that I was too drunk to take home to my parents.

When we pulled up in the drive way of his home, he helped me out of the car and carried me to his bed. I was starting to sober up. Realizing that the events that just happened were real, more tears began to fall down my cheeks. Zayn was right. I shouldn't have gone.

Zayn stood in front of me as I sat on his bed. He pulled my dress off over my head and walked to his dresser. He brought me back a clean black T-shirt and put it on over my head.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "You were right. I shouldn't have gone." More tears fell.

"Shh. Its all right. I'm upset, but I don't care about that anymore." He knelt down in front of me. "Are you okay?"

"No," I choked out. Zayn pulled me close, letting me rest my head on his shoulder. "It was the worst feeling in the world. And knowing that I cheated on you-"

"Baby, you didn't. You were forced; held down against your will. You had no control over that."

"I'm so sorry, Zayn. I'm so so sorry." I sobbed. "I never should have yelled at you. I didn't mean what I said..." Somehow he found his way onto the bed and pulled me on top of him without letting go of me.

"Shh... Baby. Its all right. I got you now. Nobody is going to touch you."

I layed on top of him with my head resting on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry," I kept repeating.

"Shh. Its okay. Just relax, Love. Go to sleep. I will be right here when you wake up."

My sobs slowly stopped as I drifted off to sleep.