Switched | Zayn Malik AU

After Party

Stacy's POV

"Where's Zayn?" I asked Louis right after I've gone out from the washroom and he just shrugged.

The night went surprisingly well, not just for us, but also for Louis and Harry.

After the coronation, Louis decided to introduce Harry to the whole soccer team. They took it well, better than I expected. Of course, there were a few questions about me and Harry, but Louis explained that to them as well. They were as accepting as Zayn was of his bestfriend and that's all that matters.

I doubt Louis would still listen to other people's opinions and change his choices just so he could please them, anyway.

"Found him, he's outside, talking to someone on the phone." Georgie told me.

"Thanks." I whispered as I went out of the venue.

I saw his silhouette from afar, trying to make himself understood by the person from the other end of the line.

I moved closer and came into the light which made him turn to look at me.

I smiled at him and he held one of his arms out to me, as if calling me for a hug. One of his hands was still held up against his ear, probably listening to what the other person has to say.

I walked to where he was. He took my hand and raised it so he could spin me around.

"Listen. As much as I'd love to talk to you right now, I've got something beautiful in front of me so I'll just call you back." He hung up, not even waiting for the person's answer.

"Who was that?" I asked as he pulled me so we were hugging with my back against him and his chin rested on my shoulder.

"No one." He whispered to my ear.

"It seemed like an important call," I replied.

"Not as important as you are," he spun me around and tilted my chin up so I was facing him. Just as I thought he was about to kiss me on the lips, he moved his head lower so his lips were against my neck.

The sensation of his lips pressed against my skin sent me to greater heights which made me realize why there are so many songs that are written about kisses.

I wanted more, like I was addicted to the way his warm breath would send signals to every bit of my body. I wanted to melt into his arms and stay in there forever.

I pulled him closer, filling in the gap against our bodies. I pushed him so his back was pressed against a tree that was covered in fairy lights.

"Zayn!" Louis shouted from behind us.

"Cockblock." I heard Zayn mutter to himself as he leaned in to kiss me again, pretending not to hear Louis.

"Zayn, hey!" He shouted again.

"I already told you earlier, I only have one con--"

"I'm not gonna ask for a condom, geez." Louis interrupted.

"What the fuck do you want, then?" Zayn asked.