31 Days.. (a zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 14-zayn who?

CHAPTER 14: ZAYN WHO?
I spent the rest of the day and night trying to avoid the subject of Zayn with Em. It was good though, because she could sense that I didn’t want to talk about it anyway. Carmello had offered to go down to the pub and meet some friends he already had here in London to give me and Emily some alone time, which I was very thankful for. I missed her so much. I had just been so caught up with Zayn and she had been so caught up with reuniting with Carmello, we had forgotten the real reason to why we were even in London together. To be together. 
I turned off my phone to avoid any sort of reminder of Zayn, even though pretty much every minute, I found myself staring at my phone wondering if he had already tried contacting me. I bit my lip and considered turning it on again just for a quick check up..
“Give me your phone, I’m gonna hide it from you for the night.” Emily demanded holding out her hand,
I sighed, she caught me, “Fine.” I said handing it over,
“It’s for your own good missy!” she turned around and quickly disappeared,
I looked at myself in the mirror and flattened down my sequinned dress. My smokey painted eyes glistened back at me. The power of makeup really amazed me, I could hardly tell it was me looking back at my reflection.
Tonight was girls night. Emily and I were finally going clubbing together and we’d finally have the time we so desperately needed this past week to catch up. She insisted we go up to Liverpool because she had heard that one of her favourite DJ’s was playing there. Frankly, I thought it was ridiculous to travel up to almost 4 hours of driving just to go to a club all the way up in Liverpool to see a DJ for one night, but she refused to take no for an answer. And at the end of the day, all in all, it was another memory to make. Or in her words, another adventure.
We headed out the door at around 7:00PM and began our incredibly long road trip to Liverpool. I don’t think either of us thought this plan through. We were going to be in the car for hours and hours and once we hit our destination, we’d be too drained from the car ride to be even in the mood for partying. But at least I knew that this very flawed plan of a night was going to take my mind off Zayn. And the unplanned nights were always ones to remember.
*** Emily’s POV ***
I was determined to take Holly’s mind off Zayn for at least just this one night. I still didn’t know exactly what he did that made her in this emotional state, but whatever it was, it was hurting her bad. 
Holly is a complete hopeless romantic. She is in love with the idea of being in love. And well, because of it she’s been heart broken way too many times. Met too many dickheads along the way that fooled around with her heart. It still puzzles me to this day to why she even still believes in love. I did know one thing though. This girl was falling fast and hard for this Zayn character. In the eight years I’ve known her I had never seen a guy make her as happy as he has. 
And that’s why I decided we should go to Liverpool. Hours away from London, away from him and away from the drama. Liverpool was the only other place in England I knew of besides London so it was the obvious choice. I lied when I said my favourite DJ was playing at one of the clubs and I was desperate to listen to their music, I needed a good story for her to believe. And it just happened to be that. I don’t know how I got this smart. 
*** Harry’s POV ***
“Well go on then Liam, read it!” I said urging him to hurry up, 
Suddenly, the front door had opened and because I was standing right next it, it hit me like a bitch. I immediately grabbed my head and stepped to the side moaning in pain.
“Shit! Babe! I’m so sorry, are you alright?” Lou said rubbing my head, 
I looked at him and smiled, not seeing my boo bear all day was heart breaking, “I’m better now!” I said with a big grin on my face as I hugged him,
“Zayn’s in Liverpool.” Liam gasped,
“What!” we all shouted completely dumbfounded,
“Let me see that!” Lou said as he snatched Liam’s phone,
vas sappnin boyssss! come to liverpool! 1d boys gtta parttyty! X
“Idiot!” Lou yelled shaking his head, “Thats must’ve been where he’s been all this time,”
“What’re we going to do?” Niall asked,
“I’ll tell ya what we’re going to do. We’re going to get him and bring him home. Come on boys. It’s time to make some calls.”

…..4 HOURS LATER…..
*** Holly’s POV ***
We had finally reached Liverpool and to my surprise I wasn’t as drained as I thought I would of been. Being in a car with just Emily for 4 hours reminded me of why she had been my best friend for all these years. We stepped out of our car and a rush of excitement took over my whole body, I was completely ready to kill this night and completely lose myself. 
Our heels tapped in sync on the pavement as we lined up for the club, arm in arm. 
“We’re getting our drink on babe!” Emily squealed,
“Drinks on you right?” I suggested,
She bursted out laughing, “There’s my Holly! You stingy bitch.”, laughing even more, “How’s two free drinks sound?”
“5!” I bargained,
“3!”
“10!!” 
She shut up and frowned, “What? You can’t even drink 10!!!”
“Challenge…” I smiled cheekily, “…accepted.”
She laughed and evilly smiled, “Deal.” 
Who’s the master of bargaining? That’s right bitches, I am. The line started to move up quicker and we finally reached the bouncer and flashed our ID’s. He let us in and it was time for the night to finally begin. 
“Woooooohoooo!!!” I screamed, “Cheeeers to the freakin’ weekend! I’ll drank to thaat, yeah yeaaaah!” I sang making my way to the bar,
“It’s Thursday babe,” Emily interrupted,
“Shh, don’t ruin my flow,” I said as I bopped my head to the loud bass of the music, 
As we reached the bar our first luck of the night appeared as two free bar stools were now vacant as soon as we arrived, despite the bar being completely bombarded with people at a busy 11:30PM rush hour. We squealed and smiled at each other, holding hands, more than excited to start off the night as we sat down.
“Tequila?” Em suggested, “You read my mind, girl!” I agreed,
And after that first shot, came another, and another, and another. Four shots was all I needed to officially lose apart of me. My energy levels were up, my voice was on full volume and my inner party freak was ready to let loose. 
“DANCE FLOOR! NOW!” I yelled to Emily, 
She nodded and grabbed my hand as we quickly walked towards the dance floor. The bass was so loud I could feel it in my chest. Boom. Boom. Boom. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the music, putting my arms in the air and swaying my hips from side to side. It was exactly what I needed. I wasn’t normally a party animal, but there was nothing like loud music and pointless amounts of alcohol in you to forget about your problems. 
We danced for hours and my feet felt like they were gone. I had lost all feeling from the waist down. “Back to the bar?” I said loudly in Emily’s ear,“I really need to sit down!” 
“Okay!!” she said yelling back, “More drinks! Woop woop!”
We walked off into the direction of the bar and I had to lean onto Emily for support. My legs had turned into complete jelly. I had lost control of them and it was clear that I needed to have a break from the dance floor.
“Holly, we uh,” she began to slur, “We need to find you a maaan in this club!” 
“Why are you slurring? You only had one drink on the dance floor!” 
“One? Plus fiveeee! Or is it six? How much more do you add to one to get five?”
I looked at her confused, “What? You were holding an empty cup this whole time!”
She giggled, “Five empty cups. Skulled them alllllll down,” 
I was amazed how sneaky she was at drinking. Typical Australian. I must of been completely lost in my own world to have even noticed my best friend had been drinking on the dance floor without my knowledge. 
“You should hook up with him!” she said laughing, pointing at the guy across the room, “The one with the blue and grey shirt, with the pink outlining thing, thinger……” 
He was surrounded by at least six girls, both arms around a blonde bimbo. What a douchebag I thought to myself. 
“Can’t see his face though, only his back. He looks like he has a nice back.” she mumbled as her feet failed making her walk like a, well, like a drunk man, and that she was.
I on the other hand was nearing sober and wasn’t too fussed whether I wanted another drink or not. All that was on my mind was butt to stool. I needed to sit down ASAP. 
“Oh thank God!!!” I gasped, hurdling towards the bar stool and quickly sitting myself onto it,
“I’ve never seen someone so happy to see a bar stool,” the guy beside me chuckled as he eyed me down,
“Oooh he’s cute Holly, hook up with him,” Emily said leaning onto me and poking my sides,
I bumped her off and turned to the guy beside me with an embarrassed face, “I’m sorry,”
“For your friend? Or for your interesting yet embarrassing display of affection for bar stools?” he said whilst doing the sexiest half smile I had ever seen,
I laughed awkwardly snapping out of his sudden allure, “My friend.”
He nodded and smiled, finishing up his bottle of beer, “Would you like a drink?”
“No! But I would loveeeee to dance!” Emily said as she busted in-between us, “Holly come dance with me!” 
“Nooo we were out there for hours, I can’t even feel my feet!!” I whined,
“Ugh you’re no fun! That’s cool, still love you. I’ll go dance by myself!” and with that she disappeared shaking her ass into the middle of the dance floor clearly having the time of her life,
I facepalmed myself and turned towards the bar table resting my arms on top. 
“So how bout it then? Up for a drink?” he asked again, 
”..Are you hitting on me?” I asked squinting one eye,
“Nope, I’m just causally offering a beautiful stranger a free drink,” he smirked, “You’re not really my type though. I like girls who like boys. Not girls who like bar stools.”
Oh my God, I couldn’t believe this kid. He was just as cheeky as Harry. Luckily he had no resemblance whatsoever of him or that would’ve been awkward. Emily was right though, he was cute. He was boyishly handsome with olive skin slightly flushed at the cheeks, and a jawline to die for. His soft pink lips intrigued me and his eyes were so soft and held some sort of kindness inside. I wasn’t going to hook up with him, no matter how much I wanted to lose myself tonight, but there was nothing wrong with accepting a free drink, right?
“Okay then Mr. Cheeky, I’d love a drink.” 
“Great,” he said holding out his hand for a shake while smiling, “I’m Josh.