One Night Can Change Everything

One Night Can Change Everything Chapter 4

Chapter ~4~

            I woke up with feeling dizzy, with a killer headache, and a very bad burning in my throat. I decided to get up and go get some Tylenol or Advil or anything to help with this killer headache, but when I sat up and opened my eyes I realized that I was not in my own bedroom and the events of the night before quickly came to me. Some cute guy spilled alcohol on me, just to realize that it was Zayn Malik from One Direction, he talked me into having a drink with him and that is all I remember. Now I have no idea where the hell I am or how I got here. Without realizing it, I let out a scream which I soon regretted doing because it only just increased my headache and I winced. I tried to get up off the bed, when the door to the bedroom flew open and Zayn rushed in. His hair was all over the place, and not in its usual quaff style, he was also just in his boxer which caused my cheeks to turn red. All his tattoos were visible giving him that bad boy vibe with killer abs.

“What’s wrong, are you ok?” he asked me, causing me to bring my eyes off his perfectly sculpted body and up to meet his hypnotizing eyes. I then remembered the situation that I was in and that I was just checking him out. But right now I need to figure out what the hell happened and where the hell I am.

“Where the hell am I?” I screamed at him which caused me to wince again because of my headache. He seemed to visibly relax before walking out of the bedroom, before I can say anything else. This made me even madder but before I can yell again or storm out of the room, he walked back in holding a glass of water and what I assumed to be Advil.

“Here take this, and when you’re done the bathroom is all yours. I will be outside.” Was all he said before turning and walking out. That asshole, who does he think he is! I deserve some kind of explanation on what happed and where I am. I assumed that I am at his place but where exactly is that. I quickly took the Advil because I needed that more than anything right now, I can’t deal with this headache. But instead of going use the bathroom to wash my face or clean up like he suggested I stormed out of the room, well at least tried to with this hangover that I am nursing.

            I walked out into what I assumed to be the living room; it was huge and modern looking. With tall white walls that connected to the celling holding the huge sparkly and expensive looking chandelier. There is a big glass coffee table sitting between a big fluffy white couch and a chair that matches the couch. There is a huge flat screen TV hanging on the opposite wall of both the couch and chair. I then looked to the far side if the room to find Zayn standing looking out from the floor to ceiling windows that showed the views of the building, cars, and people below.

            I cleared my throat, or at least attempted to and started walking towards him. He heard me walking towards him and turned around. He now has a black shirt on that covered his once naked chest and sweat pants. I wasted no more time before asking the one million dollar question, “What happened and where am I?”

            Zayn walked over to what I assumed to be the kitchen, “Sit down and I will call room service and get us some breakfast.” He said like it was the most causal thing in the world to just bring home some girl that you spilled alcohol on in a club and order her breakfast like it was no big deal. Then it hit me, he said he will call room service which mean I must be at a hotel.

“So were at a hotel then?” I ask and he nodes.

“Look I know you have a hangover from all the drinking you did last night, let me just call room service get us some breakfast and I will tell you what happened.” He said.  I looked at him like he was crazy.

“No, I don’t want food I want to know what the hell happened and where I am, is that too much to ask! God damn it, just tell me before I go crazy or call the cops.” I yelled at him, I know I exaggerated the last part but anything to get him to talk because I am sick of having to wait to know what happened.

“So I see that you’re not really a morning person.” He says letting out a small laugh. How can he laugh at a time like this.

“No, I am not a morning person when I have to deal with people like you while nursing a hangover.” I shot back at him. He chuckled before taking a set at the kitchen table.

“Ouch, that one really hurt love.” He said trying to mock me. I got ready to say something back when he cut me off telling me to take a seat. I did and he finally started to tell me what happened.

“Well after I order us a couple of shots last night, you got really drank, to the point where you started dancing on the bar stool.” He said was a laugh, and I blushed.” I had to leave right after I had the few drinks with you, but I could see that you were really drank and I couldn’t just leave you like that by yourself. So I texted the people that you came with to come and get you but two of them already left and the one that was still there wouldn’t answer the text that I send. So it was either leave you there drank when you were about to get raped a few minutes before, or do something about it. So I took you back here to the hotel that I am staying at until you have sobered up and is able to take care of yourself.” He said with a shrug, like what he did was not a big deal. Even though I despise him, I am thankful for what he did. I knew my friends would detach me when we arrive at the club, but I didn’t know that they would leave me there with no way of getting home. Then it hit me, did he say almost getting rapped. WHAT!

“Wait, what do you mean I almost got raped?”  I ask horrified. His face changed from the carefree look he had before to this look that resembled…anger. He looked at me once before lowering his head back down.

“Um, when I was texting your friends I didn’t notice that you have left and when I started looking for you some guy was dragging you to the bathroom, his intentions clear. But you were too drank to know what was going on.” He said taking a break to look at my face and continued when he saw that I was terrified, “But don’t worry I punished him in the face, pretty sure I broke his nose too.” I stared at him completely dumbfounded.  He saved me from getting raped! He broke a guy’s nose to help me! Suddenly I feel like a complete and utter bitch.

“I don’t know what to say!” I finally replied. “Thank you for everything, and I am sorry for all the trouble that I have caused you. And if you don’t mind give me a few minutes to clean up and I will leave right away.” I said heading towards the bedroom that I woke up in. Before his hand held on to my arm and stopped me from moving.

“You don’t have to leave right away if you don’t want to. Plus I already called room service so you are stuck eating breakfast with me.” He said giving me the cutest smile I have ever seen anyone wear before.

“Ok, I am alright with that!” I said smiling back. But then it dawned on me, my mom has no idea where I am. “Shit!”