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01: Twenty Two Year Olds Aren't Scared of Socializing

☀️ Jenna Walker - July 4, 2015

It's been a total of thirty minutes since I've arrived to Output and so far, I've been a fly on the wall. Watching everyone have the time of their lives, occasionally snapping a couple pictures, and being apart from it all. (They probably thought I was just the photographer rather than an actual guest.) I sighed to myself as yet another upbeat song blares through the high quality speakers, making me way toward the balcony so I could take a few pictures of the setting sun.

Placing my hands on the rail, I let my camera dangle from my neck as my eyes swept over those currently outside playing with sparklers and poppers - having fun with their friends. I turn my gaze to the sky and enjoy the gentle breeze it provided.

"Well aren't you lonely," a British voice startles me from behind. I turn around to come face to face with the actual definition of tall, dark, and handsome. The nightclub lights shining behind him through the glass doors making it look like he's been summoned to me by angels (that like to party).

I stumble a bit in my heels, smiling and looking down at the iron balcony. "Just getting a bit of fresh air."

I didn't want this handsome guy to think I was actually alone. How pathetic is that?

"Hm." He takes a sip from his drink and leans on the railing beside me. "So you have a friends down where the party is at?"

"Yeah," I mumble, turning around once more to face the sinking sun.

"Funny, because I had spotted you the moment you walked in and not once did you converse with anybody."

I look over to him with raised eyebrows. "You were watching me?"

"Uh, sorry that was creepy." He shakes his head and turns to face me, a pink tint to his cheeks. He meets my eyes, blushes deeper, then looks down at his drink. "You were just breathtaking and my mate was too preoccupied with his girlfriend to entertain me so..."

"Thank you?" I didn't know whether to be flattered or offended. Flattered that he called me breathtaking or offended because he thought he could look at me like a piece of steak. My awkward chuckle that followed after made him smile, which made me decide that I should be flattered. This very attractive man was giving me a compliment, I should accept because I doubt it'll ever happen again.

"I'm Zayn."

"Jenna," I say back, smiling at his profile before looking down at the people below us. "I'm new to New York, haven't got many friends."

"I could tell, the accent is too country for a place like this." He looks at me from the corner of his eye then looks away. "Where are you from?"

"Tennessee." I nod, picking up my camera once more to snap a couple pictures of the party-goers below us. "Moved here for photography."

After my confession, we were left in silence. The only sound coming from the muffled music from the nightclub and the loud laughter of those I envied. Lifting my camera, I took a quick picture of the boy beside me, mumbling in wonder how one could be so photogenic (he laughs at that, not minding one bit that I just took a picture of him). Even though he didn't ask for explanation, I tell him that if he gets to be creepy than so do I.

"I'll tell you what, Tennessee." He straightens from his leaning position. "I'll be your friend but in return, I expect a dance."

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(A/N): Aw, Zayn-ie is here! And he calls her Tennessee (aw). I'm so excited for this because Zayn is gonna be so freaking adorable and Niall will show up with his cheeky self (the ladies man that boy is) and so will Clover! Ah, this is great! I hope you enjoyed it!

p.s. that very very very very lovely picture at the top is Zayn's look during this story. Because dang boy, this is my favorite looks along with the shaggy hair Japan Zayn.