Chapter 2- Gotta Be You
Album: Up All Night
Rated: [PG-13]
Details: Boys are not famous and Zayn has his drivers license.
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"So, Zayn? How bout we, uh, have some fun tonight?" Natasha slurred. She was so drunk, I'm surprised she could function. I chuckled and swung my arm around her shoulder. Then I rested my arm right under her bum and scooped her up, bridal style. I carried her up the stairs and down the hall into the nearest bedroom. I layed her down on the plush tan comforter. She pulled my neck down for a kiss but I wrenched away. I left her to sleep and walked out of the room.
Not exactly the reaction you were thinking of right? You were thinking I was gonna take her in their and take complete advantage of her drunkenness and have sex with her? Nope. Her big breasts and large bum could real in any other guy, but I only had eyes for one girl and only one girl. Brooklyn Winters.
I never know the reason for rejection when Brooke brushes me away. She's not the kind of girl to date just any guy. I know that. I've known that for a while. The only guy she's ever dated is Charlie Myers. In 7th grade. They dated for 2 months and that was it. Although there's a rumor that she's not a virgin. I doubt that though. She's so perfect.
"Oh my god!" I heard a whimper from the next bedroom over. "Faster, Harry! Faster! Oh!" I chuckled softly. Harry Styles. My best friend. Womanizer till the end but a very nice guy at that. he's not a man whore in any way, but he likes to flirt his way to the top. His best moment was asking a teacher out on a date. She blushed a lot but gave him her number. He's never told me otherwise but rumor is they hooked up at that's the only reason he passed grade 11.
Like I said, he's not a man whore, but he does have his fair share of hookups. All the sudden I heard a low pitch sigh and grunt. I shuddered at the thought and walked away slowly.
At the bottom of the stairs I caught sight of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And it's NOT Megan Fox or Jessica Simpson. It was Brooke. What was she doing at this party? I quickened my pace and jumped down next to here. "Hey Brooke. What brings you here?" I know, lame. But what can I say? I choke under pressure.
"Oh, uh, Hi Zayn. Have you seen Bryce?"
Ugh. That snot rag. I try to be nice to him considering he could be my future brother in law. Yeah that's right. Bryson Winters, the school jerk, is Brooke's brother. Twins, actually.
"Last time I saw him he was on the dance floor. Why? What's wrong?"
"My neighbors caught him sneaking out and told my mum. She's totally freaking out. She sent me to find him. It's quite funny actually. How he's gonna get his assssssstronaut kicked."
I wasn't trying to laugh weirdly. But I did. I giggle and snorted and jerked. She must've thought I was having a seizure.
"Sorry, gosh you're funny, Brooke."
"Flattery won't get you into my pants. Just giving you the 411."
"Hey I got my own pants! I'm not that kind of guy. I promise."
"Why do you like me?! I've got mousy brown hair, dark green eyes, a horrible build and I'm not even athletic. What attracts you so dedicatedly?"
"It's gotta be you, Brooke. Every time I look at another girl, I see all the horrible things, all the slurred flirting, the short skirts and cleavage shirts. It's revolting. That's why I like you, Brooke. You completely ignore what other people think of you. You don't care that its 80 degrees and you're wearing knee shorts. At least you're not a slut! It's gotta be you. You're so beautiful. Just you. Only you."
It takes Brooke a moment to register my words. She stands there in shock until Bryce runs up behind her, scaring her out of her wits. "What are YOU doing here you bitch?" He slurs and I want to deck him. "Hey," I reach my hand for his shoulder, "Don't talk to her like that."
"I can do whatever the fuck I want to."
"Not really," Brooke interrupted, "Because our MOTHER sent me here to get you. And since you're completely wasted, I have to drive your sorry ass home."
I wanted to clap and whoop at Brooke's comment but I decided to keep a stern face. Bryce's face was full of shock and embarrassment and I could barely hold my laughter anymore. I turned around to the bartender and grabbed a napkin. I don't think I've ever written down my number that fast. I slipped into Brooke's, blue Aeropostale jacket. She barely noticed but I could tell her eyebrows softened.
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When Brooke and Bryce left, I got bored with this stupid party. The drinks were shit, the girls were whores and I wanted to go home. I walked out onto the dance floor and started to look for my friends. (We all came here together). I found Niall first because he was at the snack bar. That kid sure can eat. Next I found Liam. He was sitting down and talking to some girls and I soon as I came over he sighed with relief. "Thanks bud. I was getting tired of those wackadoodles." I found Louis with his girlfriend, Eleanor, dancing on the floor and I nodded to El then grabbed Lou's arm and pulled him away. He grabbed El and I sighed. I don't have enough room in my car. I left Harry to fend for himself and then I drove everyone home.
As I pulled into my own driveway, I couldn't stop thinking about Brooke. She's amazing. It's gotta be her. Only her.
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-Ali<3
