Save Your Soul. (A One Direction fan fiction)

Chapter 13

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Sorry I didn't update! Wattpad was being stupid... :/
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I looked up, to see brown eyes staring down at me.

"Sorry. Didn't really see you there." The stranger smiled sweetly.

His smile was cute, he was cute...

"It's fine, I shouldn't have been looking down." I replied.

This is awkwardly nice. It's nice when you see a really hot guy somewhere... But, you don't know how to act around them because they are just so good looking.. That's kind of how it is with this stranger.

"I'm zayn." He reached his hand out for me to shake. I shook it politely, and just smiled awkwardly.

He did a little laugh.
"You going to tell me your name?" He laughed some more.

I was snapped out of my
mesmerizing state. Oh my gosh, was I just staring at him like a creep?

What'd a go aubree! You embarrassed yourself!

"I'm Aubree."

"Aubree," he repeated.

"That's a pretty name."

Not really

"Thanks." I smiled.

He smiled back.

"Listen aubree, I was just heading over to the bar area, would you care to join?"

Oh my gosh he is so polite!

I don't even know why I am so amazed at that...

I looked behind me to see if Louis was watching, even though I knew he didn't even nowhere I was..

Well one little drink couldn't hurt, right? Wait. I'm not old enough to drink! Zayn probably thinks I'm like 22 or something, oh gosh he's probably 22!

Wait.

Chill Aubree. It's the purge, there are no laws against underage drinking during the purge. My body and mind relaxed. Okay. So I should go. Zayn seems nice enough.

"Sure."

His smile widened, he grabbed my hand, (which I must say was very warm.) and took me to the bar.

You don't know him, all he wants to do is get in your pants! My conscious reminded, but I quickly pushed though's thoughts out of my mind.

"What do you want?"

"Huh?"

"What do you want to drink?" Zayn asked again.

"Oh um..."
Well for starters what is there? I don't know special club drinks!

"Uh a beer?" I said more like a question.

I have only drank twice in my life, both where at high school parties, and I only took a few sips out of a beer bottle. I've never been much of partier or drinker..

"Make that two."

The bartender nodded his head and left us alone.

Zayn and I both sat down on the high bar chairs.

"So why are you here?"

I looked to zayn.

"Huh?"

"Well, you know most people here are people that believe in peace and stuff, and don't believe in the purge. So you know they come here to like party, and forget about the night.. Are you like one of them?"

"Oh no. I just kind of came here.."

"With your boyfriend?"

Huh?

"Uhh what?"

"I just saw you earlier with that guy, soooo-"

"Louis? Oh no. We're just friends and stuff..."

"Louis." Zayn repeated quietly.

The bartender came and set the two beers in front of us. I smiled and muttered a: "thank you."

"What kind of stuff?" Zayn asked quickly. To quickly. It caught me off guard.

"Um what?"

"Well you said and stuff, sooo what kind of stuff?"

" I don't know we just, we just decided to come here."

"Why?"

"Why not? I mean why are you here?" I asked quickly, trying to change the subject.

"Are you in to that peace stuff?"

"Me? Oh no. I believe in the purge," Zayn brought the beer bottle to his lips, "Everybody loves a little violence." He smirked before taking a sip of his beer.

Everybody loves violence.

That can't be true.

"What does that even mean?"

Zayn slammed the bottle on to the table, which made me flinch a little.

"Without violence everything would be so boring."

"No everything would be peaceful." I defended.

"Bland. Our world would be bland. No games no twist." Zayn smirked at the word twist.

My stomach started to turn.

"But... But... We would all be safe, and-"

"Boring." Zayn finished.

Okay. This zayn kid is really starting to piss me off. And, scary me a little..

"Look I get where you are coming from, but with out violence, there would be no characteristic in our society." Okay at least he's starting to be somewhat agreeable.

"How does being violent add character?"

"Because, when you are there looking down at your victim. Holding that weapon tightly. That person will beg for mercy, or will say how much of a despicable person you are. Because, in those last few moments of there life they show who they really are. Are they strong or weak? But, you don't pay attention to what they're saying, you just have this rush in you to do it and-"

"Aubree!" Someone called from behind me. My head jolted quickly to see who was calling me, it was the girl that brought me out here, but later ditched me. I actually felt really relieved to see here, zayn was starting to scare me... But, then again I was stupid enough to get a drink with him.

I looked at my full beer bottle.

Hah, I didn't even drink any of it..

"Louis has been looking everywhere for you!" The girl said while walking to us. She looked at zayn, and gave him a disgusted glare, she then turned her attention back to me.

"Come on let's go." She demanded.

I obediently got up and followed her.
I turned my head to look at zayn.

"Bye thank you!" I yelled.

He just nodded his head, but he had no emotion. Okay then.