After I Met Him

Chapter 13

You guys might like this chapter a bit more, it's longer and kinda interesting....probably not. Anyways leave me suggestions in the comments and I might add your idea to the story (calm your tits ill give you credit u piece of dirty balls) -Sarina❤

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It's been three days without Zayn. He hasn't texted me or tried to get us back together, like he wanted all this to happen in the first place. Chelsea and Hannah offered to take me to a club tonight, to get my mind off things. My dad is coming out of the hospital in about three weeks, and spring break is in two days.

I was driving home from class, blasting the music on the radio. Once I got home I didn't bother to change, I took a seat on the couch and watched TV for a while, soon I hear a few buzzes from my phone.

Hannah❤- we'll pick you up at 7

Chelsea- Don't u dare bail out lil cunt

I laughed at Chelsea's text, then continued to watch television. Soon it was time to get ready so I ran upstairs to change. I put on a one strap, navy blue dress, that reached my mid thighs. I put on my black pumps and got my black clutch. I put my hair in a high pony tale and applied some red lipstick and eye make up. Once I was ready I got in the car and drove to Hannah's house, where we were supposed to meet up.

Once I went inside Hannah's house, i saw her fixing her hair while Chelsea was watching TV. "Oh my god tell Hannah to hurry up!" Yelled Chelsea, as I took a seat next to her on the couch. "Beauty like this doesn't come that easily, watch and learn ladies." Said Hannah, soon after she screeched, burning the tip of her finger with her curling iron. She sucked on her finger to numb the pain, while me and Chelsea laughed our asses off. "Hahaha what a nice damn lesson you've got there!" I laughed, trying to stop. "So not funny! Ugh lets just go!" Yelled Hannah. We got in the car and drove to the club, lip syncing to songs screaming to the music.

The club was filled with dancing guys and girls. We took a seat at the bar and each ordered a drink, I quickly gulped down the drink, burning my throat. "Two more please." I said, talking to the bartender. "Woah slow down." Joked Chelsea. "I wanna let loose tonight." I said as I gulped down the next two, I started to feel light. I decided to dance so I left Chelsea and Hannah to talk and gossip at the bar. I was swaying to the music when the alcohol got to me, making me feel woozy. I felt like I was dreaming, but I saw a certain dark brown eyes. It was Zayn. My vision was blurry, and I could barely stand when Zayn grabbed my arm, and carried me to his car.

"What the hell are you doing here Jay?" He asked, angry. "I was just trying to have fa fff aaaa fun, you're no fun." I said, starting to giggle. "You're drunk, I'm taking you home. I started playing with his hair, continuing to giggle. "Why do youu hate me?" The drunk part of me asked, leaning closer to Zayn. "I don't hate you jay, you're drunk." Zayn said, like he had sympathy for me. "Let's have fun!" I screamed, trying to take off Zayn's shirt, as he tried to keep my hands away. "Not when your drunk." He said as he started the engine and drove me home.

I woke up to a lonely bed, except, it wasn't mine. Once I got up I noticed I was at Zayn's house. "What the hell am I doing here?" I asked myself, I couldn't remember exactly what happened last night after I went to dance. I had a huge headache, so I went to look for some aspirin in the cabinets. I took some and consumed some water hoping it would sober me up. I checked my phone and noticed a few texts.

Hannah❤- Where the hell are you?!

Chelsea- if you're drunk call a taxi.

I replied to both texts.

Jay- Don't worry, I'm fine.

I sat I'm the couch, then I noticed I was in Zayn's clothing. He changed me too? I heard the front door open and close, Zayn was in the doorway with a Pharmacy bag in his hand. "How did I get here?" I asked, the aspirin having no affect on my headache. "I saw you at a club last night with friends, you were drunk so I took you home." He explained, As I took a seat on the couch. "Here, take this." He handed me some pills and got me some water to wash it down. "Thanks." I said, them took the pill, drinking water afterwards. "Who changed me?" I asked, a bit embarrassed. "Don't worry, you changed yourself." He chuckled. "Did we do anything...?" I asked, a bit nervous. "You act like we haven't done anything before, but no." He replied, thank god. "Although, you did beg me to, and I quote, 'fuck me right here Zayn, I don't care where we are!' Haha." Oh my god, I blushed at the thought of my drunk self. I giggled awkwardly, unsure of what to say.