You were in a club in your favorite dress, a strapless, red dress thatngoes to mid-thigh and shows your curves perfectly, and the DJ was palying your favorite song, Can't Hold Us by Macklemore. You went out to the dance floor and started dancing. When the song was over you went back to the bar and were about to order a drink when the bartender gave you one and said, "It's from the man at the end of the bar." You looked and saw a man who looked to be about 20. which was good because you were only 19. He had black hair and was tan with brown eyes. He was pretty cute. He must've seen you staring because he came over and sat next to you. "What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?"
"Just bored, thought I'd come and check this place out." You answered smoothly.
"Cool, well I'm Zayn."
"I'm (Y/N)."
"Well (Y/N), I have to go, but I would love to see you again."
"Oh, here's my number." You took his phone and put your number in.
-next day-
You died in a car crash.
