"And then," I strained my voice so that Zayn could hear me over the booming music system. "My mum, the stupid bitch, set the dinner table so that my plate was far away from hers and my dad's. And I was just like 'Fuck it, I don't need this' so I ate Christmas dinner alone in my bedroom."
We were sitting on a sofa in the midst of another infamous teenage party, this time it was one for the New Year. My mum didn't seem to want to spend the last day of the annum with me, so I decided to go my own way and spend the night in a drunken stupor.
"That sounds sad." Zayn replied as he took another swig from his beer bottle. He scooted closer towards me and ran his hand down my thigh. I nodded and smiled at his touch before continuing to gabble on.
"And the other day, you would not believe what she did, she-"
"Ash!" Zayn interrupted roughly. "Listen, I know this is a tough time for you, but could we change the subject? This is a party... You should relax! It's New Year's Eve and we're not nearly as boozed up or having nearly as much fun as we should be."
I looked at him blankly. "What do you suggest we do?"
"Let's go dance!" Zayn grinned as he stood up and lead me to the bulkily-populated 'dance floor'.
Holding me by my hand, he pressed his chest against my back as we began to dance. The loud baseline and explicit song lyrics swirled around my head as I tried to keep my balance. I may not have been severely wasted, but my blood was definitely intoxicated with enough alcohol. We started to grind passionately, my hand cupping his face, his hands creeping over my thighs. The sequinned hot pants and cropped t-shirt I was wearing gave Zayn enough skin to explore. He was the only reason I was wearing such skimpy clothes in the cold January chill, and he better have appreciated it. Somehow, I'd unintentionally managed to match my outfit to his polo shirt.
Zayn sang the lyrics into my ear with his low melodic voice, causing me to break out in shivers. He was so sexy, so enticing. There was no other way to describe it.
The song ended and the party erupted into cheers and requests for the next anthem to explode from the speakers. Grabbing two offered vodka shots and downing them both, Zayn and I left the house and strolled into the garden holding hands. The cool breeze formed an army of goose bumps along my arms and legs. It was half an hour till midnight.
As dark as the vast garden was, a sliver of the pearly moon managed to safely guide our promenade. A ray of its light caught a gleam of metallic around Zayn's neck, causing me to beam proudly.
"Is that the chain I got for you?" I whispered hopefully, gazing up into the eyes of my beautiful boyfriend.
"Yeah," he admitted smiling. With a swift manoeuvre of his index finger, the entire chain was revealed from underneath the collar of his top. It was a silver necklace of stainless steel, with a small engraved dog tag threaded through the metal bonding. It read:
Zaynster Ash = ♡
"Do you like it?" I mumbled as I felt the intoxication of alcohol course through my veins. "And the other Christmas present-?"
"I love them both!" Zayn assured me as he kissed my nose lightly. "The red Superdry hoodie is just what I needed. We seem to have a thing for red checked clothing."
I grinned as a memory of the new scarf that was now tied around the headboard post of my bed, sprung into my thoughts. I guess we did.
It felt so good to walk in the silence with Zayn, but I couldn't help my severe case of verbal diarrhoea.
"My mum's being such a bitch, though!" I blurted. "She's seriously overreacting and dad's not even doing much to defend me. He's such a pussy. I can't stand being in the same house as them."
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My Beautiful King
FanfictionI think--I think when it's all over, It just comes back in flashes, you know? It's like a kaleidoscope of memories. It just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It's not really anyth...
