Zayn Malik Interracial Imagines (On Hold)

Best Friends. (Pt. 2)

1 week later

Your Pov

I don't know how I let Zayn talk me into going to this party. I really want to go home and I can't find him anywhere. There are sweaty drunk people all around the room and it smells so bad. After a half an hour of sipping on my cup of water and playing candy crush on my phone, I decide to look around for him.

I lock my phone and begin to slightly push past drunk teens, a few guys trying to get me to stop and talk to them. I look around for a bit debating on whether or not I should just go home. Then I see them. Leaned against a wall, wrapped in each others arms, kissing.

My blood is heated for a small second before I shake my head, and walk the other way. I quickly walk towards an exit. I need to clear my head. My thoughts are all over the place.

I forcefully pull open the screen door of the house and step out. I am immediately clouded with a mix of fresh air and pot. I cough a bit and pull my jacket around me, slightly uncomfortable around all these potheads.

I don't really have a right to be mad, Zayn has a girl. He's my best friend. I've tried so hard to be happy for him, but when he's with a person like her, it is extremely hard to.

I hear the door squeak open followed by the sound of Zayn's laugh. He says something to whoever he was talking to and then closes the door. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes before pulling one out, and lighting it. He looks around a bit before his eyes land on me.

He does a friendly smile and walks over to me wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Hey you. What you doing out here by yourself, he pauses and looks around at the potheads- around these guys? I know you don't smoke."

I shrug.

"Just needed some air." I try to look anywhere but in his eyes.

"Oh. Well, the party is sick right?" He asks. I don't want to ruin his mood so I just nod and smile.

"I got some guys who wanna meet ya. They've been asking me to get you to talk to them all night. Wanna get back inside?" He flicks his cigarette down on the porch floor and crushes it with his shoe.

"Actually I was gonna go home in a bit."

"Oh come on! We've only been here like an hour. Plus you need to get off the single side."

"Pshhh. We good on this side."

"Alright, suit yourself," He says turning to go back in the house.

"But pleaaase don't leave yet?" He gives me a puppy look that makes me inwardly melt.

"Alright fine. I'll be by the back of the house though."

"Okayyy. " He says loudly and disappears inside the door.

I shake my head and leap off the porch. I begin to walk towards the back where some drunk kids are grilling stupid stuff like boots and garden tools. I shake my head and try to find someplace secluded.

I told Zayn that I specifically hate parties. He says I just need to come out of my shell. Yeah well at parties, stupid stuff happens. You get crazy drunk and do idiotic things you probably won't remember the next day, and you can get jumped or raped, or even arrested. Not my type of fun.

I get a text from Kayla asking how the party is going, and just when I'm about to reply, I hear high pitched giggling and low mumbling. I try to ignore it. It might be some drunk couple. I go back to my phone when I hear it again, this time a little closer.

I get up to move when I hear Bianca's voice laugh loudly. The low voice shushes her and they start to whisper and giggle more. Oh hell no. I move behind a big picnic table and watch them wondering who the guy is. That sure ain't Zayn. His voice is not that low.

They move closer to where I was sitting and they wrap their arms around each other. The boy squeezes her butt and she giggles again. They move closer into the moonlight and I see the mysterious boy is Mark, one of Zayn's former best friends.

I hold in my surprise and watch them angrily as they start to make out. I knew I was right about this snake all along. Zayn is probably never going to believe me anyway. Unless..

Should I? I could record them and show it to him. But he would be so broken. Well maybe i'll just show it to him just in case he doesn't believe me and call me delusional or something.

I pull out my phone and quietly record a small 20 second video. I then put my phone back in my pocket and look around. Now how do I get out of here. I cautiously ease toward the fence and hop it. It makes a small clink noise and I start to move faster. Hopefully they didn't hear me, they're probably too buzzed anyway.

Now how to break this to Zayn.

Final part up soon!