This was the worst day in my entire life. It all already started when I got up since my damn alarm chose not to go off today and I had to skip breakfast. After leaving my flat my luck wouldn't get any better since the bus I was in had a little accident which made me shower myself with hot tea. Finally at work I had so much to do that I couldn't eat anything all day long and my boss acted like an ass. Now it was 10pm and I could finally go home after this day of pure horror. Everyone already got home so I turned off the lights in my section and went to the elevator. Luckily it didn't take ages till it arrived on my floor and I stepped in it. My stomach growled loudly and I instantly had to think about the pizza I'm gonna order as soon as I get to my flat. I snapped out of my thoughts when the elevator stopped after a few floors, the doors opened and a guy stepped in. He had dark brown till black hair made up in a quiff and looked my age. But honestly I didn't take note of him that much, the pizza in my mind taking all my attention. I squealed as the elevator came to a sudden halt, much rougher than before now and the lights went out leaving the little metal room in just the red light of the safety sign lamp. Fuck, fuck, fuck! This can't be happening! I feel fear and frustration build up inside me. Instinctively I jump forward and hit the help button but no voice is telling me to calm down like it would normally do so I run to the doors and start banging my fists against it till they hurt to much to continue. While I gave up and stumble back against the wall dropping down to the floor I see the guy with the black hair still hitting the metal. The doors are shaking just a little so I eye the guy a little closer he's a good 20 centimetres taller than me and looks fit. His shoulders are broad and covered in a leather jacket. As he bangs his fists at the door I get short looks at the tattoos coming out of his jacket on his wrists. He looks very intimidating and I just hope that he's not as aggressive as he seems to be now. Great, (Y/N), with your luck he's a complete psycho. Frustrated and a bit scared I pull my knees to my chest and stuck my head in-between. Closing my eyes I take a deep breath to stop me from hyperventilating and calm down, stopping the panic from building up. What if nobody finds us? It's Friday night we will be stuck here for the whole weekend. I don't wanna die yet! I lock out the constant banging and any other noise, concentrating on my mind which is spinning. Not because of the panic anymore. My head is now spinning because I haven't eaten all day. I grab my thumbing head as my stomach churns caused by its emptiness. I jump a little as a big hand grabs my knee and a deep voice is ringing in my ears. "Oi re u ok?" I look up surprised and scoot back a little as I notice his face is just centimetres away from mine. "Yeah." I mumble quietly feeling a little weak. "U're not scared of small spaces re ya?" I shake my head. Bad idea, very bad idea. My sight is blurring and my head is feeling all fuzzy again. I quickly close my eyes trying to gain focus again. "Nah, I just haven't eaten all day." His hand left my knee and I felt his presence leave so I lifted my head a little and looked at him. He was in the corner in front of me longing into a backpack searching for something. When he finally turned around he flashed me a big smile. I froze a little as I finally recognized his face, but I snapped out of my trance as he handed me something. I looked down and saw half of a subway sandwich. It wasn't warm but the best I would get and my expectation of food wasn't very high at that moment. I would've eaten everything he handed me. I take a big bite of the sandwich totally forgetting about Zayn. After some bites I look up at him and see that he's smiling at me. I kinda feel uncomfortable and guilty for being so rude so I quickly say "Thanks" I must have looked like a pig and could've hit myself for being so impolite. Before I could excuse for my actions he speaks up laughing. "U really must've been damn hungry haven't u?" I feel my cheeks blush and nod my head. "Yeah like I said I have been busy all day and had to skip meals to get the work done." He looks at me with sympathy in his eyes. "So what now that u've eaten something any idea how to get out?" I shake my head just in that moment a thought crosses my mind. I hit my hand my forehead making me moan in pain. Without a word I start going through my purse looking for my most loved item. "Fuck, I forgot my phone at home in the morning!" I curse while he does the same as me. "No energy left!" He states and keeps his phone away looking disappointed. I sighed and he sat down on the floor with me. A long silence followed and I leaned back against the wall closing my eyes hoping for rescue. "As it seems we're gonna spend a long time here. So what's ur name?" I smiled at him. "(Y/N). And you're Zayn Malik I guess." I wink at him a little. He laughs and that sound is one of the most joyful I've ever heard. "Nice to meet you (Y/N)!"
