Do I Scare You?- [Zayn Malik AU]

Chapter 7. {The Party}

Zayn was outside my window with that stupid motor-bike, revving the engine impatiently.

I thought I could just hide in my room and sleep because, I was so exhausted but noo! The idiot decided to be a hero and get all angry, waking me up.

I was ready in my white tight skinny jeans that hugged in the right places, and my black loosely fitted shirt that was transparent so, I wore a tank top underneath. I put on some red closed heels and, let my dark brown hair flow loosely past my shoulders.

I got to my feet and walked down the stairs. My mother was sitting in her work clothes, looking tired and watching TV in the living room.

"Hey mum." I greeted her with a hug from behind her neck.

"Hi sweetie. Let me take a look at you-" I walked in front of her and gave her a cheesy twirl, causing us both to laugh."-Well you have fun sweetheart. Stay safe!" she gave me another hug before I walked out the door.

Poor woman. She works so hard now that dad passed away. Not that he was any help though.

He blew most of our cash every week on alcohol. He got kicked out of work because, he got into fights and was caught smoking when he was supposed to be working.

That's why I'm not that scared of Zayn's behaviour.

He just reminds me of my dad..

And that doesn't scare me.

I know how to handle him because, I'm used to it.

I shut the front door and walked over slowly to Zayn. He gave me his famous smirk, looking me up and down, "You took your time but... you look hot, so s'all good."

I gritted my teeth at his comment. It made me sound so cheap but, I decided not to argue with him.

I climbed onto the bike and instead of putting my arms around his waist, I stubbornly put them onto the back of the seat, gripping tightly.

Zayn rolled his eyes and chuckled before speeding off down the lampost lite street.

I eventually couldn't take the terror anymore and wrapped my arms around Zayn's waist. He tensed a bit at first but then relaxed.

We arrived at what looked like a part, but on the rough end of town. A party was here?

Zayn climbed off the bike and I was still stunned about the chosen location until he coughed loudly, snapping me back to reality.

"You alright babe?" He looked at me curiously.

I nodded my head, speechless and jumped off the bike.

I stayed very close to Zayn as he led me through the park gates, onto the dry grass area. The park looked deserted and I remained confused, until I heard music further away..

So there was actually a party here? Wow.. What kinda parties do they throw here?!

Out of nowhere, popped a built male with a shaved head, tattoos on his arms and grey eyes. He was quite short too.. about my height..

He grinned at Zayn, greeting him with a weird hand shake.

"Sup bro?" the guy spoke in a different accent to Zayn.. like he was from Manchester or something.

He rested his eyes on me and I suddenly felt insecure, like he was undressing me with his eyes. He raised an eye at me and Zayn causing Zayn to chuckle. "Soph, this is my mate Max. Max, this is my girl, Sophia."

I gave Max a small smile which was returned. I then glared at Zayn.

Did he just call me his.. GIRL?! I don't even know him!