The second stall on the right.

This has adult content, please be aware and if your not into that, then find another of my storys. thanks. -D

The room is full of hot sweaty adults drinking and dancing their fears away. Lights flashing every few seconds and the music pumping. I sit at the bar and i throw back my 3rd shot. The man next to me obviously trying to hit on me but i continue to stair down at the wooden counter. I Feel a large hand on my waist and as i turn around to slap the fool i meet his eyes. His deep brown eyes looking at me with a strong tone i cant quite see. The man's dark hair is up in a quiff, and he chuckles slightly at my frowning face.

"Want to dance love?" he asks, his hand remained on my waist.

"im not sure about that..." i say pushing his hand away, but it returns a moment later.

"You cant tell me youre having fun, over here taking shot next to this guy." he motions over his shoulder to the relentless desperate man who had been hitting on me. The man puts his hand out. The room is dark and its still hard to place his face, quite framilier. I give in, and set my hand in his, and he pulls me to my feet.

the dark haired man pulls me to the dance floor and i sway my hips and wrap my hands around his neck. i feel his tense muscles in his neck and i can smell the alcohol in his breath and his colone strong. The man takes my hand suddenly and pulls my to the back of the club and into the mens restroom.

"What are you doing?" i huff dragging my heals as he drags me into the second stall on the right. The man shoves the door shut then pushes me up against it. He presses his hips into mine and his lips against mine as well. i moan slightly as his kisses roam down my neck. then it hits me. i dont know who im even with. i push the mans torso from me and we lock eyes.

"Oh my god.." I say my jaw drops. Zayn Malik. im in the bar bathrooom with Zayn Malik.

"Shh" he says kissing me again and i let his lips roam my lips and neck. and he continues to grind his hips into mine, leaving my legs weak, and my head spinning. His hands wrap around my back and fumble with the zipper until he finally pulls it down. my dress slips to my ankles and my stomach lurches and flips. i never do anything like this. ever. i set my hand right above zayn's boxer band and he flinches a bit at my touch, i tug at the clasp of his jeans and he wriggles them off. and before i know it, im swollowing and he leads me back to his flat.