knee socks - z.m au

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"And you're kissing to cut through the gloom

With a cough drop coloured tongue."

"Fuck." He said rolling his head back.

I arched my back off the bed and screwed my eyes shut as I let go, I collapsed on the bed and sighed tiredly a moment later.

"That was amazing." The guy beside me panted. I think his name was Jace? Or was it Jacob?

Amazing? It was pretty pathetic. There were no moans no groans just a whole lot of bed creaking. I hummed a negative response although I don't think he would've gotten it. I slid off the bed and stood upright, my legs quivered every so slightly as I walked towards my black cocktail dress. I shimmied into it and put my checked shirt over the top then grabbed my heels from the foot of the bed. I walked to the mirror and fixed my hair, reapplied my lipstick and left. I made my way down to the mini bar and downed three shots.

"Rough night?" A voice asked from beside me.

I turned my head sideways and saw a man sitting facing me on his chair. He was dressed in leather boots, black jeans and a red t-shirt covered with a big leather jacket. His eyes were bloodshot and he had a blunt between two fingers that smelled of marijuana. He had a skinny face with stubble covering his prominent cheek bones, chin and cupids bow.

"Not really." I said.

"Do you smoke?" He asked, referring to his weed.

"Uh no." I said, then I paused for a moment. "Could I get another shot."

"You should try the fireball." He suggested.

"I can't handle spicy stuff." I said.

"A cherry vodka then," He tried again, "On me."

What a shitty drink choice, but hey it's free so. "Sure. Whatever."

He exhaled a small amount of smoke, I thought you were supposed to inhale and get high? To hell with it, I don't care.

"Two cherry vodkas." He tapped the table.

The bartender placed the drinks in front of us a minute later, it looked nice enough. I picked up the little shot glass and chugged it down.

We sat there for ten minutes without talking to each other, talk about awkward. So I decided to leave.

"I'm going to head home, really tired." I said, but then getting down from that bar chair was a struggle, since I was pretty tipsy I almost fell if it wasn't for the man who grabbed my wrist at the last moment. Well he was high and his reflexes were slower than usual so better than nothing. My shirt had ridden up my arms a bit and before I could pull it back down he began to examine the faint scars along my arm. I coughed uncomfortably and composed my self, as well as a drunk person could.

"You've been doing it wrong." He said letting my arm go.

"What?"

"Cut vertically. They can't stitch that up." He said slowly. An awkward silence came between us before he spoke again, "I got that from American Horror Story by the way, I don't know if it's legit or not."

At that I couldn't help but let out an unflattering laugh.

"Goodbye stranger." I mumbled, shaking my head.

"Goodbye means never seeing each other again. I want to see you again." He said. "And it's Zayn."

He held out his hand awkwardly for me to shake. "Akira." I said, shaking his hand.

I turned around and walked out onto the cold wet streets, now that I thought about it bumping into Zayn in New York would be highly unlikely so I kind of didn't expect to see him again.

I hoped to see him again, anyways.

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a/n: hey!

how've you been?

this was the first official chapter of knee socks! i know it's short but you need to know little pieces of their personality before i go into the plot fully. so yes the chapters will progressively get longer.

as for this chapter i hope you liked it so leave me a comment about things you liked/disliked or even vote. also, please share my story because i really want this fanfic to do well.

thank you for reading (the chapter and the longest authors note), ilys

- ri