One Time [Zayn Malik]

Chapter One

One

"Most girls would die to be in your shoes right now," my best friend, Heather, said from beside me. I looked over at her, glaring. "I got the only backstage passes they were selling. They don't usually do that. They don't usually only give out two backstage passes."

"So why'd they do it now?" I asked, anger clear in my voice.

"Something about Christmas coming up. Said that the two people who go the tickets would have a great Christmas." She continued to make the kind of long drive. What bothered me most was that his concert had to take place at night. Nine to elven. Why did the concert have to be two hours long? That was my question.

"I can't believe I agreed to do this," I mumbled.

"You didn't. It called blackmail."

I rolled my eyes, just wanting this night to be already over with. I watched as Heather popped a cd in the stereo, and started to play it. One Direction instantly blared through the speakers. Rolling my eyes, I took my iPod out of my purse, and hit play.

John Mayer started to play, putting me into some type of ease. I hated the guy, cause he was a total douche, but his music was great.

I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back into the seat. I let my feeling pissed at Heather slide away. That was until she hit my shoulder, and smiled at me, telling me that we had arrived at the concert.

I then put my iPod away, and followed her to the guards at the entrance, who were scanning tickets. Heather showed them our "special" backstage passes, and one of the guards lead us back. She thanked him, and then walked through the door where the boys would be sitting.

I pulled my iPod out again, turning the volume all the way up, then hitting play. I didn't take note as to what was playing as Heather opened the door, and walked in, a grin appearing on her face.

When she saw the boys, she nearly busted into tears. I, on the other hand, wanted to make an excuse to get away. I didn't hate them, but to be honest, this was the last place I wanted to be. Teenage girls overly obsessed, no thank you. I'm sure they were worse than Heather.

Heather pointed to me at one point, but I didn't really care what it was she was saying. I didn't even care that two of them stared at me. I just wanted to get out.

After a few minutes, Heather smacked my shoulder, making one of my ear buds fall out. I glared at her. "What?" I asked, keeping my cool the best I could.

"Don't you want to say hi to the boys?" She asked.

"Not really," I mumbled. I looked around the fairly large dressing room. "Do you guys have a bathroom or something?" I asked.

"It's out the door, and down the hall to your right." I didn't even look to see who said that. As soon as I head our the door, I was out the door.

The bathroom was only for one person, so as soon as I was in, I locked the door, and sat on the floor, against the wall. It wasn't long till Heather came knocking on the door, asking me to let her in. Being the great friend I am, I did.

She was in tears when I let her in, and I could tell they weren't tears of happiness.

"Whats wrong?" I asked.

"Please, Jaycee, please. I just want this to be the night of my life, please don't ruin it for me." I looked up at her. I was ruining it. Her dreams were coming true, and here I was, being a great friend and ruining.

I wiped the tears off her face. "Fix your make-up, and then I'll go back in there with you." I held her face in my hands. "I won't ruin it anymore." She smiled, nodding her head.

She fixed her make-up as fast as she could, letting her blond curls fall into place after.

We walked out the bathroom door, arm in arm.

I walked in the room, and actually looked at the boys this time. I knew who each one was, and I now knew that the two staring at me were Zayn, and Liam. Creeps.

I took a seat on the couch, which for some reason was empty. I don't understand why they wouldn't want to sit on a couch, I mean, it's only a couch after all.

"So you are?" I looked up at Niall. I don't understand why most girls would cry if he even said hi to them, I mean, it's just a guy,

I gave him small smile, "Jaycee."

He sat down next to me. "Well it's nice to meet you Jaycee, I'm Niall, but you probably already knew that."

I nodded me head. "Yup."

Niall got up, and made his way over to Heather, where they started to make conversation, and laugh, and chat and stuff.

A few minutes later the boys had to go on stage. Heather went to watch, while I stayed in the room, listening to the music playing from my iPod.

***

"That was great guys," Heather told them, walking back into the room. The boys had been in and out, cooling off, and changing into new outfits. The boys had made an offer Heather couldn't pass up on.

I don't understand why they asked. I guess they saw Heather as a nice girl, and one of them wanted to hook up with her, though there not the type of people I thought would do that.

But they asked if they could come to our place because the tour bus, or where ever they were staying, wasn't homey enough.

I told them our apartment was small, and didn't have much room, but they didn't care. They said that they could share a bed with Heather, which she didn't seem to mind.

So the boys were coming to our apartment.

They said they would drive themselves, and they did just that.

And we arrived.

At my apartment.

To be honest, I hadn't really bonded with any of them. That was all Heather. They all took interest in Heather, just like every other guy does. The only guy who hasn't is the boy I'm in a relationship with, and sometimes I even see him eyeing her up.

I sat down on the love seat, while Heather, and the boys, sat on the couch, and coffee table. It was amazing how well they bonded. I mean, they were famous, and a lot of famous people are douche bags.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I stood up, and walked to the back, answering it.

"Hello?"

"Jaycee, where the hell are you?" my boyfriend, Micheal asked.

"I was at a concert with Heather."

"Well I was looking for you. I wanted to do this in person, but I guess I'll just have to settle for second best," he said.

My breathing picked up. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm breaking up with you."

Everything else he was saying blocked itself out of my head. My phone fell to the floor, and I fell against the wall. My sobs had to be audible to the apartment next to me.

I was on the floor, curled up in a ball. We had been together for three years, why was he just now breaking up with me?

I stood, wiping the tears from my eyes. I looked to my left, and saw Zayn standing there. I was sure everyone heard, and he was the only one who came. Heather should be standing where he is, not him.

"Are you okay?" he asked. I shook my head. "What's wrong?"

"After three years, he finally broke up with me," I mumbled. I was sure he could understand me, as I was being pretty clear. "Why?"

Zayn stared at me. I fell back onto the floor, letting my head fall into my knees. He sat next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I could tell this was awkward for him.

He picked me up, and carried me to my bedroom. I thanked him, and crawled under my sheets, letting sleep overtake me.