Summer fling or the real thing? Zayn Malik trilogy Fanfiction

chapter 20 my shot

Zayn’s Prov-

I watch as she left with Jason. I should have punched him straight in the face right as he passed me.  I found myself running after her but it was too late she was already gone with him. I spotted a nearby bar and walk in to calm down. I took a seat at the bar.  I couldn’t control my anger so I did the best thing that I could have done. I ordered shots, the pain from her leaving me finally started to ease up. It was still there though and just the thought of her going out with another guy made me mad. The only thing that could keep my mind off of her was to get distracted and I knew the perfect way.

 “You just took my shot!” I said to the guy right next me.

“No, I didn’t this is my shot, you are ready drunk you shot, it’s in your hand.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” I stand up from my chair inches away from his. “I asked you are you calling me a lair”.

“Listen I don’t want any problems” the guy said back to me.

The bar attender came to me saying “listen there is not fighting in this bar!”

"I don’t care about your rules!” as I turn my anger to the bar attender.  The manager tried to calm me down by making the shots on the house. I bite my lip  this is want i wanted, i wanted a fight not free drinks. I sigh and said “I want the whole bottle of vodka” hoping he will refuse so i can have a reason to start a fight, after a couple more threats the manager finally gave it to me.

I sat up on the chair and started to laugh as I pour myself another shot.  The pain of Hayley leaving me started to come back again but this time stronger. I look at the bottle of vodka they gave me and it was half way empty. I finish with my bottle and started to talk to the same guy. “Hey do want something to drink” he sigh and ignored me and I couldn’t help but to laugh.  “Of course you do, after all you did steal my shot you must want more” I answered for him.

“For the last time I didn’t steal your shot” he said to me as he stand up talking to my back. I smiled, yes I finally got. I turned around in my chair and I punched him straight in the face. He falls back and I jumped out of my seat and jumped on top of him punching him. I pinned the guy down and continued to pound my hand to his face. I heard everyone screaming in the background but I didn’t stop. As I smash my hand in his face all I saw was Jason’s face. Which made me even more anger and I started to hit him even harder.

Someone pulled me off of his face and when I turned around I swing at who ever took me off of him. I look to the floor to see who I just knock down, at first I was happy see who ever took me off of the first guy laying on the floor but when I look closely it was a cop. Holding his face he stand up and his partner grabbed me from behind “you are under arrest”... and I forgot the whole speech he gave me. I laughed as they took me into the back seat of the car. I dosed off in their car and when I woke up in a jail cell and someone asking me “Did I see their cat”.

I held my head as it starts to pound with loud noise. I got up from the bed and asked the guy siting his in his office for my one free call. He stand up coming closer to me and said “look who woke up, had a nice nap sunshine”. I grabbed the handle of the bars that separated me from him. “What the hell is your problem” I shouted. “You must don’t remember me do you?” he took the patch off his face and showed me his fresh bruised. I calm down and ask for my free call nicely. “It took me ten stiches, you know that!” my anger came back and I yelled at him saying “now you know not to come between two guys in a bar fight”. “And now you know that you will get your free call when I decide to let you get a free call” I let go of the bar handle and sat back on the bed I whispered to myself if it wasn’t for these bars it would have been more than ten stiches.