lasting

Uno

"Bella," I shouted, my voice drowned out by the loud music and inebriated yells. I yelped as someone threw up close behind me. Finally, spotting the girl who had dragged me here in the first place, my pace rapidly increased, nearly sprinting toward her. "Bella listen to me."
She turned around quickly to face me. Gripping her arm tightly, I whispered, more like yelled in the crowded room, "I have to get home, Bella. My dad's psycho calling and I have to coach the morning classes tommorow." Her groan filled the thick air around me, making it even more uncomfortable.
"Cleo... I'm trying to dance." She whined, turning so I could see her partner. The buff blonde nodded in agreement.
Sighing, I pleaded again. "Bella, please, I have so get home or I'll never get to come out again." I watched her excuse herself from her new jock.
"Cleo! You are a grown woman! You're 19 years old. You have a fake ID!! Your old man needs to realize that you're not an 11 year old child anymore."
"But I guess you can take the car. Trent will take me home." Expressing herself through various hand gestures, she put her hand on my shoulder like she was sorry for me and then spun back around, linking arms with her beau of the night.
I huffed and turned around. Pushing my way thru the hazy, sweaty crowd of dancing couples I stopped at my table to retrieve the keys, saying goodbye to the people I had chatted with earlier.
I had almost made it to my car when I realized I left my phone inside. "Shoot." I said quickly turning around, yet I was stopped by a dark silhouette in front of me. As I stumbled backward, a firm arm grasped my waist.
"My apologies. You seemed to have left this inside."
I opened as snapped my mouth shut as Zayn Malik handed me my phone. I wasn't really starstruck, as we saw plenty of celebrities in New York but, I usually wasn't able to have one on one conversations with them. Except those my dad worked with.
"Oh thanks, how did you kn-" "Someone you were with told me, I figured you might have wanted it." He flashed me a small smile. And I winced at how bright his teeth were, bordering on blue.
I suddenly remembered the arm he had on my waist, my cheeks burning. I shook it off, laughing slightly, I thanked him once more.
"Well I appreciate it." His arm slowly left my waist. And I pulled away to turn around. Suddenly self conscious at how short my skirt was.
"Wait, what's your name?" He called after me. "Cleo. Cleo Zavala." I answered briefly turning around. "That's pretty. Zavala? Is your dad Christian Zavala, the Crossfit guy?" He asked, his eyebrows creasing together.
I swore I was asked that everytime I said my last time. "That would be him." I pressed my mouth together and unlocked my car, not pleased with the turn conversation had taken.
"Hey that's so awesome. I should come to your gym some time. I've been slacking off lately.." He smirked, running a hand through his hair.
I opened my door and got in and he came close to the window. I leaned out and spoke, the fame appeal was already wearing off.
"Yeah sure, he loves new customers." He was about to talk when another British voice interrupted us, "Hey Zayn, why don't you just take her home already, I'm out."
I tightened my grip on the wheel and pressed my lips together even harder as the other man appeared in view.
Harry Styles? I was a bit surprised as I had thought they'd broken up. Zayn moved his mouth to make a response but I spoke first.
"Nice chatting." I said sourly and backed up. I made eye contact with the curly haired Brit as I pulled out. Zayn shouted, "See you around!"
I rolled up my window, speeding around the drunk people congregating in the parking lot. Now that I'd experienced it, personal conversations with the rich and famous were not all I had believed them to be.