Triple Dog Dare *A Zayn Malik Love Story*

Chapter 1

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*Camille's POV*

"Have you ever thought about walking up to a stranger on the street, kissing them and then walking away?" my best friend, Rita asked me comically. "I think that would be so cool."

"He'd have to be cute because that's all I would be able to judge him on at first," I replied. "I'd feel really bad if he had a girlfriend, but I guess I would do it if I was feeling really gutsy."

She agreed and picked up her flat iron to finish straightening her hair her while I applied the finishing touches to my makeup for the Christmas party tonight.

"I can't believe you got us into this party, Rita. It's going to be huge and so much fun!" I exclaimed, barely able to complete my sentence due to my over-excitement. I smiled widely and turned back to my mirror.

"It's not hard for my dad to get tickets though. I mean, he owns The Marylbone Hotel, so..." Rita stood up from her chair and unplugged her straightener. She grabbed her clutch and waited for me to put on a smooth layer of lipstick before rushing me out the door.

"We're just going to walk, okay? The hotel is only three blocks over so it's almost pointless to drive," Rita pointed out as we strolled down the front steps of her apartment building in our heels, dresses, and fancy up-dos.

We walked along the city streets, chatting and laughing on the way. Both of us were anxious for the party, but eager to get there nonetheless.

When the two of us crossed the street at a busy intersection, we came across a group of young men that looked to be our age. They were dressed in tuxedos and dress clothes, an obvious indication they were going to be at this party.

As we were about to pass them, Rita slowed down to a stop and turned to me. "Camille, I dare you to go kiss one of those guys," she whispered, her eyes flickering over to the group, then returning her gaze back to me.

"No," I said clearly. "No way am I doing that.

"I double dog dare you, then."

"Rita-"

"Triple dog dare you!" she whispered harshly. "You can't back out of a triple dog dare!"

"Me?! Why me?!"

"Because you look gorgeous right now and they don't look bad themselves!" she encouraged, glancing back at the group. She was right to a degree; they were all very attractive.

"Fine..." I caved after a minute of raging internal conflicts. Rita assured me that it'd be fun but I highly doubted her words. I groaned, knowing I was going to regret doing this, but remained willing enough to go and do it.

I recognized none of the boys, which actually slightly increased my confidence. There was one boy with his back to me that I'd chosen as my target because he wouldn't see it coming. As I approached, the boy standing opposite my target made eye-contact with me and gave me a questioning look. I ignored him but tapped the boy in front of me lightly on the shoulder. He turned around and before I knew what I was doing, I cupped his face and brought my lips to his, giving him a quick but just-long-enough kiss for the terms of my agreement.

His friends were no help as they cheered obnoxiously for him. I pulled away and it was only then that I saw who it was I kissed.

It was Zayn Malik... from One Direction.

You know, one of the members of the biggest boyband on this planet.

When I turned around to face Rita, I saw her expression fall as she took in his features. Holy shit. I just kissed one of the most famous people on Earth. I turned back to him and he looked as though he still hadn't processed what had just occurred, but surely his friends behind him had. They continued cheering as I gave Zayn a small smile, a quick wave and before Rita literally pulled me away from the group.

"Wait! Don't go!" one of his buddies shouted. I shook my head and kept my eyes forward, too embarrassed and awkward to face anyone but my best friend right now.

"Badass," Rita muttered to herself and continued dragging me to the hotel. I was still in awe of the situation and could hardly believe what had just happened.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the party. It was taking place at the most colossal and gorgeous hotel I had ever had the pleasure of seeing with my own eyes. I'd been here before, but it was a completely different scene with all of the elegantly dressed men and woman occupying the extravagant indoors.

"Camille!" Rita called, snapping me out of my thoughts as she ushered me towards our friends. They were seated at one of the many tables scattered skillfully around the room. One of my friends, Marilyn, pushed a drink towards me and I didn't hesitate to grab it and take a long slow drink from it.

"Holy crap," Marilyn laughed. "What happened to you?"

I shared a quick look with Rita then sighed. "You tell the story, Rita. I'm going to get food."

"Aw, Camille. Don't be like that," Rita pleaded but I wave her off and made my way to the appetizer table. my eyes scanned over the variety of orderves. I selected a few miniature skewers and some tiny sushi rolls. I glanced around at all of the deviled eggs, the mozzarella sticks, the mini chicken wings and potato skins, and the spinach and artichoke dips- not to mention the countless other foods set out amongst the rest of the food tables. I shot my attention back to my table of friends when I heard laughter coming from it.

"Oh my gosh, Camille! You seriously did that?" Marilyn exclaimed, with wide eyes and mouth agape.

Lindsay simply sat there in shock. "You. Kissed. Zayn. Malik," she finally got out. I nodded and awkwardly scratched the back of my neck. Lindsay loved One Direction more than any of us and a genuine feeling of guilt overwhelmed me. I had lived HER dream without even realizing it.

Rita suddenly stood up and grabbed my hand, leading me to the bathrooms. She tugged me inside and we stood against the marble sinks. Her face was serious and her arms were crossed over her chest. "You regret it don't you?" she asked, even though it was more of a statement than a question.

I looked off to the side and nodded slightly. "Yeah, I do. I mean it was Zayn freaking Malik! And if he had the choice, he most definitely would not have kissed me."

Rita grabbed my chin and turned it to face the mirror over the sink. "Now... look at yourself and tell me why Zayn would not have wanted to kiss you."

I studied myself carefully. The obvious features were my green eyes, pale skin, and light brown hair, but when you've grown up in the same body for eighteen years and counting, you tend to acknowledge more and more of your flaws.

"I- I don't know. I just see flaws that nobody else really sees."

"Exactly," she said. "He wouldn't have had the chance to notice any of them. And even if he did, flaws are beautiful. People fall in love with flaws.

"Not celebrities like Zayn Malik," I muttered. "He probably wants perfect."

"Well that's his fault, then," she reassured. "I think you're beautiful and that any guy would be lucky to have you."

"Thanks," I said shyly.

"Now, let's go dance instead of standing in this smelly bathroom all night." Rita took my hand and guided me out the door to where Marilyn, Lindsay, Johanna and Lydia were standing and waiting for us so we could all hit the dance floor together.

The dancing area was split off from the tables, separating the fun people from the boring ones. Music was playing loudly from speakers around the room. We danced around to Summer of '69 by Bryan Adams like crazy. We also danced to Bright Lights Big City, Beyonce, Bruno Mars and Christina Aguilera before a slower song came on, I Won't Give Up by Jason Mraz.

Rita, Lindsay and Marilyn were all asked to dance, leaving Johanna, Lydia and I together. We decided to have a quick drink break before an upbeat song came up again. Just as we were approaching the table, I saw a man standing about ten feet away, his eyes clearly trailed on me. I turned to him and gave a small wave, and he started to walk over to me.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked. Was this a joke? I searched his face for any sign of insincerity. I noticed that his suit fitted him perfectly and he was, in-fact, very attractive.

"I'd love to," I replied taking his hand as he led me back to the dance floor. He put his hands respectively on my waist and I gently placed my hands onto his shoulders.

"It was very nice of you to ask me to dance," I said, still slightly confused as to why he would choose me over anyone here. His feet moved flawlessly.

"My pleasure, ..." he hesitated and I realized I hadn't introduced myself yet.

"Oh, I'm sorry! My name's Camille," I told him, embarrassed for not mentioning that before dancing with him.

"That's a beautiful name. I'm Carter," he informed me, and I smiled shyly. I wasn't used to this kind of treatment. I Can Only Imagine by David Guetta came on and the both danced to that. Half-way through, both of us started cracking up. We danced to the whole song, challenging each other to see who could rap Lil' Wayne's part the fastest, and even though I hated Lil' Wayne, of course I won.

He gave me a light kiss on the cheek, and pulled out his phone. He handed it to me and asked me to put my number in. I didn't hesitate and ended up putting it under "Camille, O' Lovely One" making him laugh as he slipped it back into his pocket.

"I'll be leaving soon, but I hope to see you again, Camille. It was a pleasure meeting you." He gave me another kiss on the cheek and then took my hand, leading me to my friends. When we approached them, he waved goodbye and left with a couple of other men that I assumed were his friends.

I glanced around the whole room- first the dance floor, then the DJ, the people dancing, the bar, and then finally to my friends again. I noticed Rita's face was drained of color, entirely unusual to her normally tan skin.

She hesitantly leaned into me. "Did you hear who arrived a little bit ago?" she whispered. I shook my head and asked who. Much to my demise, Rita leaned in again and said, "Zayn Malik."

My eyes widened and I searched the room quickly. "Oh my, god, I have to go. I can't have him confront me or anything," I explained and she nodded.

"I'm coming with you, then," she offered.

"You really don't have to. You should stay and have fun and I'll see you here tomorrow for our brunch plan, okay?"

"Alright," she said reluctantly before turning around and returning to our group of friends.

I found our table and quickly grabbed my coat and clutch off the seat of my chair. I walked out of the ballroom and was determined on not stopping for anything. A long hallway lead from the ballroom to the elevator and I followed it down. My fingers fumbled to hit the 'down' arrow and I stepped back as I anxiously awaited the doors to open. It would certainly be a long way down. I was on the highest floor of the building- floor thirty-eight.

Just as the elevator doors opened I heard someone down the hall, saying 'excuse me's' and expressing apologies. I glanced down only to see Zayn Malik maneuvering between people to get to me.



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