The three month plan. (Zayn Malik)

Chapter one.

*Zayn's POV

Two weeks later

I rolled over in bed, the hot sun of New York flooding through my broken blinds. I groaned, tangling myself even deeper into the plain blue comforter on my bed. Considering I got drunk as hell last night and I'm completely hungover, I'm sure it's almost noon- If not past. I could also hear the loudness that is heard every single day since I live on one of the busiest and annoying streets of New York City. If you get up early you might be lucky enough to not have to blast the T.V. over top of the hooping and hollering of tourists that never seem to disappear.

Sure New York is beautiful, but once you get use to it you realize that the beauty and popularity is the only thing actually good about it, in my opinion. All it is to me now is a place that is over expensive, crowded and smelly, but a great place to pick up hot chicks. Speaking of chicks. I got out of bed, lazily walking to the kitchen to grab a plastic grocery bag. It's time to go through my monthly raid, finding items that girls left behind at their 'short stay' at my apartment and throwing them away. I defiantly don't want to reapeat a girl I was trying to shack up finding a personal belonging to another girl... From the previous night. Yeah, not good. Since I'm planning on finding another 'victim' is what my mates call them, I better straighten up this place a little bit. It's a small apartment, way to small for its ridiculous price but then again like I mentioned before- New York's prices are through the roof.

After shoving most of my unnessacary shit under my bed or stuffing it somewhere, the place looked liveable again. Still shirtless, I walked over to my night stand to grab my phone noticing it was now three o' clock. I had two missed calls, one from my mom and another from Alisha, or Amber. Whatever the hell her name is. I decided on not returning either of the calls and checked my messages, seeing one from my best mate Harry. It was short, but it definantly got to the point.

Meet me tonight. Sharky's bar. 7pm.

I sent him a smart ass reply, telling him the next time he sends me a demanding text he will never see my face again, which I mean come on, why wouldn't you want to see this face? I still agreed to go anyway since my tolerance from sitting in this apartment and watching Family Guy all day is getting low. I need something to do. Or bang.

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I walked into the crowded bar. It was a sports bar, bands usually played and the crowd usually got wild, which I like. Sure, I do my fair share of fighting when I get drunk and when someone pisses me off, but not to sound cocky, that doesn't happen that often anymore now that I apparently have a reputation of kicking people's asses. I still get drunk though, if you didn't understand that part.

I got the usual head nods from people that are usually in there, men that are older than me that have nothing better to do then sit in this bar and try to drink their problems away. The usual girls (most of which I have slept with) do that wave thing while they twirl their hair. That's what I love the most about this bar, the girl workers and their uniforms. Since it's a sports bar, they have to wear sexy sports outfits that showed more skin than in real life. I saw the table Harry was at, a blonde girl sat beside him while she laughed at something he said that probably wasn't even funny. He half smiled and took a sip of his bottled beer, raising his eye brows and nodding his head once he saw me. Once I approached the table he stood up, shaking my hand and bumping shoulders with me. As soon and I sat down a hot waitor in a short and low cut referee outfit came and asked me what I wanted to drink.

"I'll start off with a straight Rum." I said. She nodded her head and started to walk off before I grabbed her arm, turning her back around. "And can I get you on the side?" I winked. She smirked at me before walking off, I watched her hips purposely sway back and forth. I turned around and looked at Harry and his friend, he was laughing while taking another sip of his drink.

"Cheesy bastard." He muttered.

"At least she's attractive." I said back, forgetting that the girl was sitting right beside him. She widened her eyes at me before scoffing.

"How do you know what's attractive or not? You've been with so many whores I'm sure you would have forgotten the difference by now." She said back, flipping her hair over her shoulder and taking a sip of her pink drink. I looked at Harry who looked like he was about to bust out laughing. Who does this girl think she is?

"I know a whore when I see one." I said, then burped before continuing. "Like you." I added. She gasped and looked at Harry, wanting him to defend her. He simply shrugged.

"Tell him Harry! I'm not a whore!" She yelled in a whiny voice, her cheap red dress falling off of her shoulder a little bit.

"Well... It is kind of like throwing a hot dog down a hall way." He said. I busted out laughing, smacking the table. She stood up, grabbing her purse and pushing the chair in.

"I can't beleive you! We are done!" She yelled at him before storming off. Harry started laughing, looking at me with a confused expression.

"We are done!" He mocked in a high voice. "Bitch, we were never together." He muttered, taking a swing of his drink. The waitress finally came with my drink, smiling at me. Setting my drink down in front of me, she smiled at me before leaning down- putting her breast right in my face- and whispering in my ear.

"Since I couldn't exactly put myself on the side, I did leave my number and maybe we can work that out after my shift is over." She stood back up, a seductive smile on her face before walking away.

"And that my friend, is how it's done." I said to Harry, cheering glasses with him before downing the glass. I looked around the bar, it was full of people. A bunch of stuck up college idiots all huddled around one of the huge flat screens, a waitress trying to squeeze through them with a tray of drinks in her hands. I watched her, I don't know why I found I found her so amusing to watch. Maybe it's because I could clearly see her cussing out the tall men that stood in her way under her breath, or because she had beautiful murals of colored tattoos going up and down her arms. Dressed in a cheer leaders outfit, she was hot. I had never seen her before, and I don't know why but before my mind could even process what I was doing I was standing behind her, watching her bend over as she wiped down a table. I cleared my throat loud enough for her to hear over the music. She did not acknowledge me, so I tapped her on her shoulder. She turned around with an annoyed expression on her face, gripping the cloth in her hand. I'm not sure why but for the first time, I was absolutely clue less about what to say to this woman. She waited for me to speak, so I thought of something quick to say.

"Hi."

What the fuck?

"Hello?" She said, putting her weight on one leg and crossing her arms. I don't say this about many girls, at all, but she was beautiful. Long, wavy black hair fell to her mid back and bright blue eyes stared at me while she waited for me to say something. She was about my height, curvy, and I wanted to take her home.

"So I was thinking. How about I wait here until your shift is over, then you can come over to my place?" I said, smirking. She squinted her eyes at me for a split second before nodding.

"Okay." She answered, taking me by complete surprise. I thought she was going to bitch me out or something.

"Okay." I repeated, then winked before walking away.

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It will get much better. lol

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