The bus hisses loudly to come to a stop. Zayn gets up from his seat, I follow his lead. We head to the steep steps to go off the bus. As we walk down, we say our "thank you"s and exit the bus. As soon as we hop off, the bus speeds off. No one got off with us.
The air was warm. Since it was officially spring now, it was getting cooler. I loved this weather. I stand close to Zayn, clinging on his arm. As we got closer to her house, we could hear the music. We were a block away. I am surprised the cops haven't been called, it's that loud. We finally arrive at the mansion. It was huge, four stories high. It was beautiful. The paint on the house was a light salmon pink. I stand in awe. Zayn reaches to knock on the door. It swings open before he could touch it.
"The freshman are here!!!!" A tall, buff, ginger football player opens the huge mansion double doors. Alcohol lingered in his breath. The smell stung my nose. I peak inside, it was dark. The only light shined from the black lights. People danced, made out, drank, smoked, etc. My eyes widen. I'm officially scared. I look over to Zayn, who had the same expression as I did.
"You showed up! I'm so glad, please come in!" Laura smiles with the fakest smile. Zayn walks in first. I hesitate, but Laura grabs my hand. Her grasp forces me inside. She didn't grab hard, but she pulled me enough to be able to close the door. Pretty much like a 'You cannot escape now.' act. I lost Zayn in the crowd. Why did he leave me? Great. I was stuck with Laura. She was being to nice to me, and I was scared. She sat me down on a long, wide, red velvet couch which sat in the living room. On the wall facing us, was a rather large flat screen television. It was built in the wall, and a fire place sat firmly under it. The walls were a dark red color. I envied everything about her home.
I sit in silence. Laura is talking to another girl, who was drunk out of her mind. My eyes scan the house for Zayn. I give up. The drunk girl wobbles away to the next group, who was smoking some awful smelling thing. Laura sits back and grasps her cup, sipping.
"Why did you invite me?" I broke my silence.
"Why not? There's always at least 2 freshmans at my parties. You and Zayn were the best I got. Don't take offensively, though."
"I won't. What am I supposed to do?" My hands fly to my face. That was the worse thing I could say in this situation.
"What does it look like? Get your butt up and dance!" She exclaims, then jumps of the velvet couch.
Instead of doing what I was instructed to do, I remain seated. I gaze at all of the sweaty bodies grind on eachother. I don't belong here. Why must every party be this way? My eyes continue to wander. Maybe I could go hide in the bathroom the whole time. Nobody would notice, would they? Besides Zayn, and possibly Laura. It seems to be that Zayn was enjoying himself without my presence, so I decide to look for a bathroom. This house is huge, so I climb up the stairs. I refuse to use the bathroom downstairs, because god knows how much puke is in there.
Once I reach the second story, I see 12 narrow doors in three separate hallways. Great! Just what I need, a scavenger hunt to find a mother lovin' bathroom. And, just because my body hates me, I have to pee. I grunt and begin my search for a bathroom. Each door looked exactly the same. I stop at the first door, it's a guest room.
Second, master bedroom.
Third, another guest room.
I sigh. Is there even a bathroom up here? I lazily walk into the forth room on the right. My eyes shoot open when I hear several moans coming from this exact room I am standing in.
"Get out! What the hell is your problem?" A girl yells. Her voice is annoying. I hadn't realized I've been standing in the doorway, in shock.
"Oh uh, sorry. Enjoy your ah, time." I hesitate and shut the door.
Can't we just go home?! Where's Zayn?! This is the worst day of my life. Why did I agree to come here? Now I'm just over reacting. But I need him, this is ridiculous.
My thoughts give me a headache. Why can't I have fun like Zayn? Why am I the one freaking out and wanting to go home?
I open more doors with no success, until I reach the end of the hallway. I light shines under the door. Well just my luck! Someone's in there. Or maybe not, maybe the light has been left on. I approach the door, and knock on it as if I were in a rush to pee, which I kind of was at this point, and wait for someone to answer. If no one does I'm coming in.
I here no one say anything or open the door. God, I hope no ones making out in there.
I open the door to find that someone IS in there. And it's not just anyone.
It's Zayn.
"Zayn! What are you doing here?! I have been looking for you!" I screech and hug him, I have never been so happy to see someone.
"I was hiding. This girl was all over me, and I told her I had to use the restroom. I couldn't find you so I just went." He smiles, just as excited to see me as I was him.
"I want to go home!" I whine. I force myself off him. He looks at me, smiling at my pouts.
"You're adorable." He says, after we realize we've been staring at each other forever.
"Is that bad?" I ask, I'm confused.
"Is it ever bad to call someone adorable?" He laughs.
I shake my head no. Is it bad I want to kiss him right now? I mean, we are face to face. Is he thinking the same thing?
My answers yes.
Because before I could say anything, I feel lips connect to mine. I don't hesitate to kiss back. Our lips moved perfectly in sync. He grabs my waist so I'm no longer leaning. As he does so, the door closes. My hands run through his hair. Everything was so perfect at this moment. My first kiss. With an amazing boy who I never thought it would happen with.
He pulls away. I grunt aloud, by complete accident. I didn't want it to end.
"Wha...what's wrong? Did I do something bad? I'm so sorry, something took over me an-" he stuttered.
"Shhh," I say, and kiss him for a short amount of time.
"It was perfect."
