One Night Can Change Everything

One Night Can Change Everything Chapter 2

 Chapter ~2~

            We arrived at the Moonlight Club fifteen minutes later, and like I predicated I was forced to listen to One Direction on our way there. It’s not that I hate them; I mean the guys are pretty hot, but I hear about them at least twenty different times each and every day and I just cannot take it anymore. All the girls in my senior class talk about them twenty four seven and I just cannot take it, and my friends are no different. They are crazy about them and they are not afraid to show it.  I am like the odd one out in my grade; every girl goes crazy by just the mention of their names, while I really don’t care.

            Ella and Jasmine are seniors like me, but Mel is a junior.  We are all underage to get into a club, so now you might be wondering how we are going to get into the club. Although we are underage, Jasmines boyfriend is one of the owners of the club and I am relieved by that piece of information. The second we get out of the car, I see the longest line ever waiting outside the club. All we have to do is have Jasmine text Mark, her boyfriend, to come and get us. A few minutes later he comes out and ushers us in. He is 19 years old with dirty blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, and looks about six foot tall. He and Jasmine has been going out for about six month now and I am very happy for them. They make a really cute couple and they make each other happy. I cannot help but be envious of them, I am an 18 year old senior and till this very day I have never had a boyfriend. I now sad, but I guess having a cute boyfriend is not in my cards.

               The club is very big but very crowded. The lights are dimed and the music is beyond loud. I felt dizzy and suffocated instantly, but I followed my friend to the bar and sat down on one of the stoles. Jasmine and Mark were already gone, and Mel was walking towards a group of guys in a booth a few feet away from where me and Ella are left sitting on the bar stoles. Ella ordered us a blue drink and for once in my life I did not protest, I don’t know why but something about the atmosphere of the place made me just want to let go and enjoy the night, and that’s exactly what I did. When Ella grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor, I didn’t complain. But after a few songs, she left me and went to dance with some guy that has been checking her out openly from the minute we have been on the dance floor. I decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up a little bit, but on my way there someone walked into me spilling varies types of alcohol on my red dress.

Zayn’s P.O.V

            It was my turn to go get the boys and I some more drinks. Today was our only day off for the next few weeks and we all decided to get wasted tonight. But on my way back to our booth, I heard some girls start to scream and I thought they realized who I was or something but when I turned to look they were just drunk. “Shit!” someone says and I turn around, I look and realize that I have walked into someone and spilled all of the drinks on her. “Oh my god, I am so sorry Miss.” I said while placing the tray that used to held all the drinks on a near table. I turned around to apologize again when I was star struck. She has looked up from her dress for the first time sense I walked into her and she was beautiful! Beautiful cannot even describe her properly. I wanted to say something, anything but nothing came out. I just stood there staring at her. A few seconds passed and I was about to say something to break this awkward silence but she beat me to it,” Can you please move so I can go clean myself up?” she said, but I wasn’t going to move, well at least not yet. “No, No miss let me help you, it’s my fault anyway.” I quickly reply. She blushes, looks away, then nodes her head. I smile at her and lead her to a secluded area at the back of the club and ask for a wet paper towel from one of the waitresses while handing her a twenty dollar bill. She returns a few minutes later with a wet paper towel and I start to wipe her dress from the alcohol. We haven’t said anything to each other sense we walked to the back and I decided to apologize again, “I am really sorry” I said, “I should have been watching where I was going!” I finish saying. She looks at me, blushes, then smiles, “Its ok, I should have been watching where I was walking too”.  She continues to look at me with a puzzled look on her face “Did we meet before? You look very familiar but I don’t know where I might have seen you?” she asks while still staring at me. I then remember who I am and start to worry. If I tell her who I am would she scream, through herself at me, or would she attract attention. Oh no I couldn’t have her do that, it was the boys and mines only free night and I need to keep it that way. But for some odd reason I find myself saying, “ You might have seen me in magazines or on TV or something,” I pause and wait for her reaction, but when she still looks confused I continue,” I am Zayn Mailk from One Direction” I say smiling, “ and you are?”