Torn (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 13

     I finished my drink, and Harry ordered me another. I was a little buzzed, but just enough to enjoy myself. I think everyone was at this point. Harry was being extremely flirty; I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or just his personality. Every time Harry would touch me, or whisper something in my ear, I could literally feel Zayn's eyes on me. I did my best to ignore it. I thought him and Harry we're best friends.. why was he trying to hit on me anyway? Maybe Harry had told him we were just friends. I mean that's what we were, I guess. I had only met him yesterday after all. I was suddenly jerked out of my thoughts when Harry pulled me aside and whispered in my ear. "I'm not sure if I've told you yet.. But you look beautiful tonight," he said. His hot breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine. I pulled him close to whisper in his ear, "You're not so bad yourself." He grinned and pulled me off the bar stool. "Let's dance," he said. "Again?" I asked. "Did you not enjoy it last time?" he said with a wink. I figured at this point I was drunk enough, so I followed him into the dance floor. After a few minutes, the rest of the boys and Shannon had made their way out there as well. Liam and Louis somewhat kept to themselves, whils Shannon grinded on Niall. I couldn't help but giggle while watching them. I didn't see Zayn though. Harry was gripping my torso so that my back was pressed against him, and I was slightly bent over. Shannon was dancing right next to me so that we were face to face. Everyone was pretty much packed together, the floor was pretty crowded. I glanced to my left and saw Zayn; he had managed to find an exotic looking girl who looked more than happy to be dancing with him. He caught me looking and we made eye contact. And for some reason, for a split second, I felt a pang of jealousy. Even after looking away, Zayn didn't take his eyes off me. He had a somewhat sneaky, crooked smile plastsered on his face. I had to stop looking at him, because every time I did, I had the urge to do something I knew I'd regret. I turned around so that I was facing Harry, and placed my hands on his upper body while he gripped my rear, grinding our pelvic areas against one another. I couldn't help but feel Zayn's eyes piercing a hole through me, yet again. I kind of enjoyed it though. I happened to glance over my shoulder, and caught Shannon and Niall making out hard core. They we're both extremely drunk. Harry and I laughed to ourselves. "I'm glad you aren't like that," I said. "Me too," he said. "I prefer taking things extremely slow," I said. "Things? What.. things?" he asked. Had I brought that up too soon? Maybe he was expecting something from me, and I had just ruined his hopes. I just shrugged my shoulders. "Things," I said calmly. "I like things," he said, smiling, pulling me closer. Our foreheads were now touching, as we continued grinding to the music. All of a sudden I felt a strong hand grip my arm, turning me away from Harry. I was dizzy for a moment, and everything was blurry. Then I realized who it was.. Zayn.