*Zayn's POV*
"Please get off of me." I said to a girl rubbing up on me.
Cher brought me to a party. I thought we were going back to hers and apparently not so really fuck my life. It's been two months and she still doesn't really get that I'm not shy but that I just don't want to be bothered.
I was really getting irritated with girls trying to dance on me and others shoving drinks in my hand. I just leave them on the stairs an end up walking away. I sighed going through the house trying to find Cher. There was literally drinks everywhere, and people, and sweat, and must and I couldn't take it anymore. I text Cher that I was going to see if I could go to Marcels.
I left out the kitchen through the back door and went around to the front. I called Marcel.
"Hello. Marcel Twist speaking." He said in a deep raspy voice.
I had to check the caller ID again. "Um yeah Marce it's Zayn. I was wondering if I could hangout there for a while?" I asked him.
"I thought Cher told me you guys were going to be at a party." He said.
"She told you. Not me. Plus you know this isn't my scene." I said.
"Okay. I'll open the door when you get here but don't expect me to be really verbal I'm tired as heck." He said.
And I smiled because of course he has set a bedtime for hisself it's only 9:30.
"Alright Marcy." I said and hung up.
I began the short walk to his house looking around as I go. It was pretty dark and I'm always aware of my surroundings.
When I got to his house I text him and he came down the stairs and opened the door. His hair was curly and he didn't have on his glasses. He has to be related to Harry.
I walked in and closed the door behind me. It was actually a very nice house with pictures of him everywhere. I followed him up the stairs into his room. I went in and sat on his bed.
"Marce you really look like someone I know." I said.
"You keep saying that but won't show me a picture." I said.
"Okay fine." I said and went on a cat fished Instagram account I had and went to Harry's page.
I showed him and he looked at it rubbing his eyes. "This looks like a picture of me." He said and I nodded.
"I mean from the green eyes, curly hair and dimples what the actual heck." He said.
"That's what I said." I said smiling.
"This is too weird. Can you call him?" He asked me.
"We're not really friends. But I'll tell Niall to." I said and he smiled.
"Thanks Zayn. He might be some long lost cousin or something." He said and I laughed.
He sat down with me. "Was the party that bad?" He asked.
"Yes Marcy. Girls were dancing on me and people kept handing me drinks." I said.
"Isn't that like good?" He asked me.
"No I don't like girls. But keep that a secret." I said.
"What! You don't like girls? I thought you like Cher. That's why I dared you to kiss her." He said and I laughed.
