Race To The Finish || z.m.

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Zayn's POV

I couldn't get my eyes off the tall building in front me, which had neon lights flashing all around it while I pulled out of my car, grabbing Maya's gift and then handing the keys to the valet. The city of Las Vegas was illuminated with various colors of lights flashing and blinking from every direction. It was only eleven in the night but the city was buzzing with commotion and I wouldn't have it any other way. I had experienced some fun nights in Los Angeles with friends, but Vegas had its own kind of buzz which thrilled me.

I stepped closer towards the entrance of the club building and looked up at its towering height once more. This club definitely seemed way too posh. It made me wonder how Maya was able to host her birthday party here, but then again she owned an auto shop for fuck's sake!

I walked up to the bouncer, who was a muscular white skinned man who was probably triple my size. I cleared my throat and said, "Birthday party for Fernandes."

"Name?" he asked.

"Zayn Malik."

The man scanned down the list in his hands and then ticked my name off. "Come on in." he unlatched the velvet rope. "Have a great night."

"Thank you." I nodded and stepped through.

Once I walked past the large glass doors, immediately I was engulfed into the aroma of alcohol and expensive fragrances which were worn by the clubbers. The club lights were flashing throughout the room and the music was playing at a high volume through the large speakers, making my pulse beat to the rhythm of the songs. I was already in a good mood and I hadn't even met the birthday girl yet.

Maya had texted me saying the party room which she had booked for the night was on the twelfth floor, so I spotted the elevator on the far left and made my way over to it. I stepped inside the elevator along with a few other people who were dressed in semi-formal wear. I had decided to play it safe by wearing a blue bomber jacket on top of a black shirt with jeans. As I waited for the elevator to reach the twelfth floor, I ran a hand through my hair and took in a few deep breaths in and out. I wasn't exactly nervous since I had no reason to be, but for some reason I was feeling a bit jittery. It was probably just the lively environment of the club...

A doors to the elevator slid open to a soft dinging sound, alerting me I had arrived on the desired floor. I walked out and looked down both ends. I saw a couple of doors on either ends of the hall, which I guessed lead to different private party rooms. I was told the party was being held in room #2 so I began to look for it.

Once I had found the door, I heard music playing loudly behind the door along with the chatter of the other guests which were invited. I pulled the door open and took a step inside. There were at least fifty people in here and they were all busy conversing with each other as they ate and drank away. The room was dimply lit making it somewhat difficult for me to spot Maya in the crowd. After a few moments of searching, my eyes made contact with a familiar pair of gorgeous dark eyes from across the room which made me smile instantly.

Maya's POV

My night had immediately gotten better the moment I laid eyes on Zayn. I was eagerly waiting for his arrival as I honestly only gave a shit about him coming tonight. I gave him a wave from across the room as I couldn't help myself but grin widely. Just when I was about to make my way over to him, I was stopped by Daniel as he held onto my shoulder.

"You invited him?" he asked taking a sip from his beverage as his eyes were trained on Zayn.

"Yes." I brushed his hand off my shoulder. "It's my birthday party and I wanted to."