Promise you'll remember that you're mine[Zayn Malik]

Chapter 2.

Adam's POV

While we were heading home with our taxi, I was still trying to figure out where I've seen that boy before. I never forget a face after I see it, but it was different this time... I thought about all the shops, cafès, restaurants and places I've been the last week but I didn't have a clue. I was so sunk into my thoughts, that I hadn't even realised we were outside of our house. 

"Dad? Are you listening?" I heard Linday's voice and saw her shaking her hand in front of my eyes.

"Uh? Yeah. How much is it?" I asked the taxi driver.

I caught a glimpse of Linday, rolling her eyes and getting out of the car. She was really dissapointed in me. Under other circumstances, I would have asked for some explanations about her rolling her eyes, but my mind was being tortured by the face of that guy and I could think of anything else.

***

Three hours had passed and I still didn't remember the place or the day I had met this Zayn boy. We were having lunch and Lindsay was looking at her phone. 

"Can you put that down now and eat?" I asked looking at her.

"Yeah,sure." she put her phone in her pocket and drunk a sip of her water. "Dad?" she asked nervously.

"Tell me." I said swalling a small bite of my spaggetti.

"There's this boy from my class, Ashton, and his having his birthday party at 'Island' club and I've been invited. Can I please go?"

And then it hit me! 

*FLASHBACK*

I was sitting at the bar, enjoying my drink while watching people come and go. Lindsay was at the school library studying with her friend and she would call me when she wanted me to pick her up. I had nothing better to do home, so I took my car and drove here. Best idea ever. Whiskey at this place, was fucking awesome. I think I was the only one who had been drinking for so long and I was about to leave but then this brunette guy walked in and sat beside me. Something told me at that time to stay longer. He seemed to be at Lindsays' age but I wasn't sure. I was dizzy from the alchohol. He ordered a Vodka and looked at me.

"Hey." I said.

"Hello." he had a really heavy British accent.

"Bad times ....?" I asked, waiting to hear his name.

"Zayn." he answered.

"So, bas times Zayn?"

"Kinda, yeah." he said dissapointed.

"Mind sharing. Maybe I can help you."

"As you know, I'm in this crazy boyband--" I cut him off.

"No, I don't know. You're in a band?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah, One Direction."

"I've heard many things for you. A lot of money, huh?"

"I guess you could say that." he said and drunk a sip of his vodka.

"If you wanna listen to an old man, no matter what problems you have, don't trust alchohol. I've made the same mistake after my wife left me and my daughter."

"Well, I won't take the advice of an old man, who's been left by his wife."

With this, he took his drink and walked away.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"Dad? Dad! What wrong with you today?" I heard Lindsay say.

"Sorry. Yes, you may go. Be back before midnight."

"But daaad... The party starts at 10 o' clock!" she whined.

"Okay. You'll be home before 3 o' clock then."

"Thank you,thank you,thank you!" she said while jumping from her seat, kissing my cheek and going upstairs to her bedroom.

"You didn't even touch your food!" I shouted, so she could hear me.

"I'm not hungry!" I heard her say, before slamming her bedroom door.

Lindsay's POV

I looked the clock and the time was 8pm. I only had two hours to prepare myself. I had a quick but a hot bath. I was thinking of wearing a dress but the last moment I found an old shorts. At 10 o’clock I was ready to go the party.

“Dad I’m leaving” I said while I was going to the door.

“Wait a minute hun” my dad yelled. “watch yourself huh? Don’t drin-"

“Dad you know I hate alcohol”

“And be here at 3 o’clock” “bye dad bye” I yelled.

“Hunny you know I care for you right?” he said and he put his hand on my cheek.

“Of course, I know it Dad. Bye now” I smiled and I closed the door.

While I was climbing down the stairs I was thinking my dad’s problem. Loads of times I find him lying in the floor with a bottle of wine in his hand and screaming my mum’s name. I always tell him to take classes but he says he wants to overcome it on his own. He wants to feel that he’s achieved something on his own without anyone’s help. Ashton’s voice interrupted me from my thoughts who was waiting at the door of the building.

“Hey Lin. How beautiful you are.” I blushed.

“Thank you Ashton. You are looking fine too” He smiled.

We held hands and we started walking to the club.

“How far is it?” I asked.

“Only a little Lin.”

“Hey it’s your party and you haven’t gone yet??”

“I wanted to make sure you will arrive at the party safe, that’s all” He smiled and his dimples showed up.

He’s such a good friend. “Ashton I forgot to tell you something.”

“What is it?"

“Happy Birthday Ashton” I almost screamed.

“Thank you love” he said while he was laughing.