What Makes You Beautiful (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 3

Zayn

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Hanging out with Niall was exhausting! He constantly needed so much. I made my way home to my flat. I couldn't stop thinking about Emma, after I saw her at Nando's. I just wanted to see her again. I got home around eleven. I didn't know what to do. I decide to text Emma. "Hey Beautiful ;)" I send her the text and sit, starring at my phone. "Hey Zayn ;)" she texts back. I smile thinking about her saying that. "What are you up to tonight?" I ask her. "Nothing. It's Friday, so I have the weekend off." she replies to me. I start to think if I should ask her out. What would we do? We could go to a bar. I suck up my nervousness and text her back. "Would you want to meet up somewhere tonight?" I ask. I close my eyes and rub my hair. What if she has a boyfriend?! Or what if she doesn't like me?! "I worry to much!" I say out loud to myself. My phone beeps. "Sounds fun! :) meet me at Havana's?" she asks. I jump up and start running to my room. "See you there." I reply.

I rip off my clothes and put on a nicer outfit. I decide to wear a plain white t-shirt with a nice leather jacket over it. I wear my nice black pants, and matching shoes. I comb through my hair, and head out to the car. Why was I so excited?! I speed to the club, and get there in about five minutes. I check myself out in the flip down mirror of the car. I let out a sigh, and get out of the car. I fiddle with my pockets and my phone, trying to kill time. I hear the sound of high heel clicks and look up. Emma is making her way towards me. She is wearing tall, black heels, that make her short legs, look long and nice. I slowly move my gaze up her legs, and see she is wearing a rose colored, short dress, that makes her pale skin even paler. I smile and look into her eyes. "You look great!" I say. She blushes. "You look pretty nice to." she says eyeing me up and down. She looks amazing! I can't take my eyes off of her. Her dress is perfect for her. It makes her legs look so long, and the neck line went low and showed just the perfect amount of her pale skin. I place my hand on her back. "Ready to go?" I ask her. "Mmhhmm!" she says.We make our way to the entrance. There is a line winding around the other side of the building. I walk with Emma up to the bouncer. "Hey Zayn! How are you doing?" he asks me, opening the rope for us. "Pretty good! Thanks Enrique!" we walk into the cool vibe of the club.

I take Emma up to the bar and order us some drinks. She takes one in her hand, and I take the other. "To a good time!" she says raising her glass. I clink my glass against hers and take a drink of the strong mixture of alcohol.