One Direction fan fiction: Harry Styles

Chapter Thirty-Six: Adventure

(Zayn's Point of View)

       I was feeling daring today. I actually wasn't planning on doing anything too adventurous today but a couple of my old pals from my how do you put it in a "non-illegal" way.. racing days wanted to get together and I bailed on them, but maybe Michelle wanted some adventure today?

       It was in a time ago, I got out of a horrible long distant, serious, relationship with a long haired brunette beauty. She was danger on legs.. Every time we were together, I couldn't help but notice she had guys turning their heads to take another glimpse of her beauty. She had to be the most beautiful girl any guy could lay their eyes on. Everywhere we went, someone always went up to her asking if she were a model, and she'd say no. In all honesty, I knew that it would get to her one day. Eventually, it did. All the attention she got, she eventually took advantage of it. She took a serious model offering, and soon, I'd see articles and magazine covers of her. And soon, tabloids of her and her "secret boyfriend." She'd always tell me not to let it get to me, of course i'd act like it was nothing and I wasn't affected by it when I was with her, but when she'd leave, I'd do nothing but think, and feel alone. Whenever she left to a party, or a "meeting", I'd stay home, feeling lonely. I never felt lonelier. The boys had always had a bad feeling about her ever since she's let her fame get to her. They'd always ask me to go out with them for a guys' night whenever she was out to some party, but I'd always say no because I'd wait up til she came home to see if she was okay. Most of the time whenever she'd get home, the air would reek of alcohol. She'd stumble by the doorway, laughing words into my ear that didn't make sense. Sometimes I wondered why I stayed with her and wasted my time all those months, but it was always the look on her face every time she'd wake up in the morning, turn to face me, and whisper "i love you."

       Other than those times, whenever she was with me, I wasn't alone. I'd feel the happiest I've ever been. It felt like all my worries were gone. The way her hair would blow in the wind, and the scent of her strawberry fragrance lingered the air. It was the first time I ever fell in love. Do you know how it feels like to fall in love for the first time? You're completely blinded and your mind is open to so many things. It's like she changed everything about how I looked at life, and when she left.. she changed me more, for the worse. When we reached our half year mark, that's when things started getting worse. I guess when we first started going out, I was stuck into the honey moon stage until we reached half a year.. and that's when it got bad. All those months before, I started shutting out all of the boys. Every time they wanted to go out, I'd tell them I was too busy with her. And it's not even that she wouldn't want me to go, because half the time she'd always tell me to, it's just, I was so caught up on her that I didn't wanna spend a moment without her.

       It all started when she came home at two in the morning, intoxicated, her breath smelled of liquor, she stumbled and laughed, and when I'd try to help her, she'd tell me not to touch her. Instead, she waved out the door to her mysterious ride. It always seemed to be her ride. The same car every night, and it was odd because I never met the face that was blocked by the tinted windows. I never paid quite attention to it until that night. She was taking off her heels and stumbled onto the floor laughing. I tried to help her up, and she yelled at me. Practically almost bit my hands off.

"Don't touch me, Zayn" she tried to stop herself from laughing.

"Come on, let's get you into bed," I said as I grabbed her bag and her cell phone off the floor. Her phone rang once, I ignored it. It was a random number with no contact. Then, the number called again after ten minutes, and I seemed to see a pattern. "Who's calling you?" I asked her as she sat on the bathroom floor puking. She ignored me, and continued to puke. I placed her phone down on the bedside table. I helped her in the bathroom as I held her hair back. Her hair was perfectly curled tonight. She only does this on special occasions.