A Date With Zayn » Zayn Malik

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"Alright, ladies. Get your wallets and your number paddles ready," the host of the auction exclaimed into a microphone. He paused for overdramatic effect waiting for a reaction from the crowd before placing the mic back to his lips, "Bidding for a date with Mr. Malik will start at one hundred dollars."

I watched in bitterness as a mosh pit began forming right before my eyes. It filled with angry teenage girls who were attacking one another with their number paddles and all you could hear was profanity coming from all of their mouths, each one of them declaring their love for the beautiful raven haired and tattoo covered member of One Direction who was standing innocently on the stage watching the chaos that was started over him.

I just knew shit was about to go down with Zayn being the last member of the band to be bid off and the remaining girls who hadn't landed a date just yet were now hungry and desperate to get a date with him. Not caring that he was happily engaged and would never love them back and adding in that this is nothing but charity to him; they didn't care what member, but just wanted to spend a day with one of them.

A fight didn't break out over Harry and he was supposed to be the most popular one out of the four others. I would get it if a ruckus was started over him due to his relationship status being single and maybe the girls could actually have a chance with him, but instead they all fought over an engaged man.

I personally am madly in love with Zayn, but even I had some dignity not to make a fool out of myself in front of him at a charity function.

My attention was no longer on what it should have been on, collecting the dirty plates and silverware from the tables as the rich guests finished up their dinner, but now on the security guards who came swarming in pulling all the crazy fangirls apart and escorting them out.

The number of girls left who were calm and weren't violently thrown out of the country club ranged to about five left which made me breathe easily again, knowing I didn't have much competition now.

The host let out a nervous laugh into the microphone before blotting the tiny beads of sweat off his forehead before continuing, "Umm, since Zayn is the last member to be bid; I'm just going to start off at a higher amount to fasten things up. Bidding for an all day date with Mr. Malik will now start off at one thousand dollars.''

I decided to go back to doing my job to get my mind off of the girls screaming out large numbers at the host, so I wouldn't get too sad over the fact that I couldn't participate with them and was missing what could be my only opportunity to be with the boy of my dreams.

"Fifty thousand dollars!'' The host screamed in excitement, making the walls of the dining room we were all in vibrate. He looked at Zayn who was shyly standing beside him, smirking beautifully with his hands intertwined with each other.

"I think you got yourself a date, Zayn! Fifty thousand dollars going once...'' He paused again for another overdramatic effect and I'm pretty sure everybody in the room with me could hear my breathing become irregular along with my rapid heartbeat. "Going twice for fifty thousand dollars!''

I stepped away from my duty of being a server for the evening to stand in a corner isolating myself, trying not to let what was about to happen eat at me.

There was nothing I could possibly do; I don't have rich parents or anything higher than fifty thousand dollars to outbid the offer.

After this is over and Zayn is spending the day with that girl and not me, I know I will live with regret until the day I die due to not taking action about the situation and simply letting it happen.

But there was nothing I could do.

"One hundred thousand dollars!''

I couldn't cover my mouth with my hands fast enough as I quickly realized what the hell I had just done. Those words escaped from my lips, mine. A hundred thousand dollars, which I do not and will probably never own. It felt as if the walls were closing in on me and soon my eyes were bolted shut and I felt myself falling into a pair of strong and warm arms.

"Sold for one hundred thousand dollars to the girl who just fainted!''

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