Yours. *Ziam*

Chapter 4

They go out that night and they go so terribly drunk that he ends up giving a blowjob to some guy behind the club with him pulling hard on Zayn's hair and moaning when he came without a warning down Zayn's throat.

He pulls his softening prick out of his mouth and gets up so the guy can jerk him off. He comes after a while with the guy telling him just how beautiful he is and asks him for a date, but Zayn just zips his pants and goes inside without a word.

He was a terrible fuck.

He doesn't find Louis inside, though. He picks his pocket in search of phone and finds a message from Louis: " U just disappeared with that man n I called Harry. Heading 2 the flat. :D Hope he was a good fuck. :* ;) "

He glared at the phone for a second or two and ordered another colorful drink, one of those that Louis makes him drink and that make him nicely buzzed just after the third one. This is his seventh, though, or eight. He lost count.

This time he ends up dancing with some girls with the music so loud, he doesn't even hear the name of the girl he ends up going home with.

All he remembers before he agrees to go with her is the brown in her eyes.

.-.

He wakes up in the middle of the night in an unfamiliar room and in a bed that is not his, next to a girl whose name he doesn't remember. His head is still spinning and he still feels the beat of the music running through his veins and the alcohol too.

He gets out of the bed carefully and slowly puts his clothes on, so he doesn't wake her up. He really doesn't want to do the walk of shame, as Louis calls it. He puts his shoes on and shows himself out.

The walk home is a long one, considering he didn't call for a cab and it's freezing outside. The good thing about it is that he sobers up completely by the time he gets home.

The lights are off and Harry and Louis are asleep on the sofa in the living room. Louis' practically on top of Harry and the other boy just sleeps peacefully even though Zayn knows how heavy Louis is. He might be tiny, but the fucker is really heavy.

He goes to his room, lights a cigarette and sits beside the open window so Louis won't bitch about the smoke in the morning.

He thinks about what happened last night. This isn't like him. Well, at least it wasn't before.

He used to think there's true love waiting for everyone and that everyone had their soul mate. But then his first love broke his heart and he was left hurt and alone.

Then Louis appeared in his life with his own sad love story and Zayn just let it all go to hell.

Everyone says that it's normal to hook up with strangers because no one cares and no one gets hurt in the end and that's why he likes it.

He likes sex, loves the rush in his blood from the alcohol, likes knowing that he makes someone feel good and he gets the same in return. But there's a part of him that is full of remorse and he feels like shit the next day.

Fucking conscience, he thinks to himself.

He gets up, throws away the fag and goes to bed.

.-.

He's not hungover in the morning, thankfully.

He finds Louis and Harry drinking coffee and they offer him some. He takes the offer and sits next to Louis.

"How was your night, Zaynie?" Louis asks and Zayn recognizes the teasing in his voice.

"How was yours?" Zayn shots right back.