Hate to Love (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 12- What about him?

-Chapter 12-

Lina's Outfit:

Lina's POV

"Hi, uh Zayn." I coughed.

He still had my hand in his. I let my eyes travel down to them.

"Oh!" He exclaimed letting go. "Sorry, I-" he looked away as if he saw something.

Then I smelled it. The alcohol. He was drunk. No. I was not going to deal with another one of these. He turned his attention back to me.

"So are you here for awhile?" He grinned.

"Uhhh.. I guess." I shrug.

"Well, good. We can get to know each other." He laughs grabbing my hand again.

He starts leading me away, as I slowly realize what in the hell he just said.

"Waitttt, what!?" I jerk my hand from his.

"Me, you. We can talk and get to know each other.. Then maybe if you get lucky, you can get a little more." He winks.

He must be crazy. He can't just get girls like some god or something. Wow, Pathetic. I didn't care if he was drunk. He had enough sense still left in him, to walk and hide it from the others.

"And what makes you think, I want to get to know you? Hmm?" I spat.

His eyes go to shock. I bet no girl has ever said that to him, they were all just putty in his hands. They had no time to even think of intelligence before they got blinded by the fame and attraction.

"Uhm. Most people do.. I mean common, baby." He smiles

"Don't call me that.. and no, sorry not me." I shake my head striding away.

"Wait." He says grabbing my arm.

I jerk away once more at his touch, turning around to look at him.

"Yes?" I question pursing my lips.

"I- I want to talk to you." He slurs showing off a great smile.

"Hmm." I hum between my lips.

"And your very fit." He raises an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" I say in confusion.

"Hot. It's how we say hot here in London." He laughs

"Oh. Well in that case..." I bat my eyes.

He raises his eyebrows up and down. Obviously thinking I'm about to be just another of those girls. But that was just it. I didn't want to be just another girl.

"Yes?" He urges on.

"Fuck off." I say flipping him the middle finger.

"Y- y- you can't just talk to m-" he slurs coming forward.

"Zayn. Stop. Leave her alone." I hear a unfamiliar voice.

It's a different accent than Zayn, Harry and Liam's. Its more irish sounding. I look to see the blonde one running to us. He finally reaches us, grabbing a hold of Zayn.

"Lad, your totally bladdered. Let's go." He huffs.

Zayn looks at me one last time before turning away with the boy.

I'm grabbed by the shoulders and turned around quicker than i can blink.

"You okay?" Liam says in my face.

I start to giggle. "I'm fine." I grab one of his hands off my shoulder. "Stop worrying about me."

I start to walk ahead towards my dad leaving Liam behind. I look back to see him laughing.