Just tell me you hate me (zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 13

“Are you alright Tori? You look abit sick”- Ant looked down towards me giving me a warm smile

“Ah yeah, I think I just need to go to the bar for abit, it’s getting hot up here”- Knowing that I was completely lying and I just wanted to get away from what Ant was trying to say, I just need time to think, time to myself without having worry about not pissing Zayn off, or trying to keep up small talk with Ant as much as he wanted to get to know me, I just needed to think-

“I’ll be right back ok” I shuffled from my seat and gave Ant a reassuring smile before turning around and making my way down the small steps while holding tightly onto the steel rails-

Looking around I found it hard to see where I was going, Zayn did it with such grace weaving in and around the packs of clumped up people- whereas here was I all most shoulder barging every hyped up person that came near me, I was barely on my feet shuffling awkwardly, not the mention the heavy thumps of techno piercing through my ears, then I felt one foot over another and suddenly I was falling face first onto the ground

“Woah”- a large hand suddenly groped around my torso and the next thing I knew I was pulled up with my back against a hard chest and the smell of sweet soft cologne filled my nostrils- for a spilt second my mine wondered and I knew it was Ant, he must of seen how much trouble I was having making my way through the crowds- however at the back of my mine, I wanted it to be Zayn- stop

As I turned around to thank him my eyes widen as the small sweet smile of Ant didn’t come into view- Ant didn’t have crystal blue eyes, Ant didn’t have dark brown hair that was comb over to one side- I opened my eyes to see the seemingly familiar face that I knew I had seen before, his eyes were warm and his lips parted into a gorgeous smile as if he knew me-

“Tori?”- I blinked trying to regain my footing however I still remained tight in his grip

“Adam?”- he let of a half laugh, but I’m not sure if he was awkwardly laughing or he was actually entertained- his eyes locked onto my as he bent down

“It’s Aaron- but you were close”- shit.

I looked up to see that same flirty smile that I encountered early this morning - oh god your so stupid- say something

“R-right”- really?

“Um sorry, I- I” Tori, your mumbling “I’m sorry”-

He let out a small amused laugh- “It’s ok”

I looked down towards his hand that was still held tight around my back grasping onto my waist, he must have seen it because he quickly dropped him hand and placed it down by his side, I looked up and he was now blushing giving me an apologetic smile-

“Come, lets get out of this mob yeah?”- he quickly grabbed my wrist and led me towards the bar, finally, a drink

 As soon as we spotted two free leather bars stools we immediately made out way over, getting there he pulled each of them out allowing me to awkwardly shuffle into one closest and then he did so himself, the music was just as loud, however the crowds and lighting was less as intense as our situation in the prior moments

“Fancy dumping into you here” – literally

“I’m so sorry about that, I’ve always had two left feet” I looked down the bar bench trying to hide my flush checks giving away the embarrassment that I felt

“It’s fine, luckily, or else you would had been trampled on” My eyes flicked up to his, I was somewhat surprised that I didn’t see a taunting smirk or a deathly scowl, but then I had to remind myself, he’s not Zayn, his nothing like him, I guess its something that I’ve came accustomed to, something that I now expect

“So do you want a drink?”- his deep voice broke me away from the reoccurring image of Zayn’s gaze- speak Tori

“Um, are you sure, I know drinks here are abit, you know, pricey”- bringing one hand up to my face and tucking a loose tassel behind my ear-

“No, seriously, it’s fine I’ve got it”- he said while giving me a slight wink

I looked around nervously trying to see whether Ant or Zayn was within the vicinity- “I don’t know if I should”- as I spoke his eyes quirked up

“Just one drink, you look a little tense”- looking around and finding not a pair of dark brown eyes viscously glaring at me I decided to take his offer, I mean I did come here to have fun, and Zayn had no intention on including me let alone speaking to me tonight so what the hell-

“So what drinks are there?”- as I said that his mouth curved up into a charming smile showing the whites of his teeth

“Well there’s beer, cocktails- you know the usual”

“Hmm- I think I’ll have a passion fruit daiquiri”- good choice

“I’ll get it right away”

As we drank I felt myself become more relaxed, Aaron is actually a really good guy- he told me all about how he was actually born and brought up in Bradford and he how he moved out to London to study, I told him about my life back at in New York and that I wanted to get into the design business- and for the first time in a while I was actually enjoying myself, however at the back of my mine I felt this annoying tang that Aaron wasn’t the only one observing me at this point- don’t be stupid, you got lucky with one boy giving you the time of day-

We then exchanged numbers because he wanted to catch up sometime and help me out with my classes and books- uni is starting in a few days and I seriously need to get my shit together-

“Yes it was the first time I have actually free lanced sketched and it went hor”-My voice veered off and I suddenly became quiet, the smile on my face automatically dropped as my eyes casted through the thick crowd and found two deep dark molten eyes piercing striaght back at me-

oh fuck It’s Zayn.