He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 57: Halloween pt. 1

Sorry it took so long!! - but it's really long hah!

Btw, Zayn and Zoe edit in the side cx

And again, the drinking policy is completely different in Europe from how it is in America, and it is perfectly normal to drink when you're their age! (even tho the drinking age is 18 in the UK, but they drink anyway! Allow me to remind you that there are photos of a drunk Harry Styles with a can of beer in his hand at the age of like 15 so there you have it..)

And this chapter might be a bit confusing because the POVs change a lot, so pay attention :) 

(Looook it's 5 pageees)

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The night of Halloween Zayn picks me up at my house at 8, looking ever so handsome as he stands on my doorstep dressed in all black - like me.
He's wearing a black fitted button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, along with black jeans, his quiff looking slightly more ruffled than usual, but in a really sexy way. He looks like one of them guys from the magazines. 


- "Trick or treat," he cocks an eyebrow, a smug smile on his face. "Or a bit of both.."
I raise my eyebrows at his cheesy suggestion as he leans in to kiss me.


- "Hey," I grin and kiss him back as I feel the familiar flutter in my stomach.


The kiss lasts for a bit more than a regular 'hello kiss' but we haven't really seen much of each other all week. Finally breaking apart,  I put  my hand into his and shut the door behind me. 


- "Later then," he mutters to himself. "By the way you look gorgeous," he gives my hand a squeeze and glances down my body with a smirk.
He smells amazing.
"Love the dress," he gives me a cheeky smile and I thank him and grin as we get into his car.


I'm wearing that black dress that he apparently likes so much - I'm sure it's mainly because it's short though - under my leather jacket, since it's absolutely freezing outside today, along with black converse because I didn't feel like wearing fancy shoes at all, and they go pretty well with the dress anyway.


I have put a bit of wave into my hair and ruffled it a bit to make it a bit more messy, and my make-up is a bit heavier and darker around the eyes as well - it is Halloween after all. 


- "I'll just crash at your's after the party, right?" I ask. Everything to escape from having to cover up a hangover tomorrow. It's not like my parents can't, and doesn't know that I drink, but it's just awkward somehow and my dad will for sure make a joke out of it while I'm so not in the mood. 


- "Well yeah if you plan to drink as much as you did at Niall's party, you have probably already gone cold around midnight or blacked out somewhere, so I'd really not wanna be the one to hand you over to your parents when you're in that condition," he taunts and chuckles, causing me to roll my eyes at him.
Very funny.


- "Touché," I smirk back at him.


- "By the way don't worry, I'm not planning to drink a lot tonight," he rubs my bare thigh with the warm palm of his hand. "- well I'm driving us home, so I really can't," he states.


- "Though we could just get a cab. Or walk. Harry lives what 5 minutes away from you?" I say. I don't want him to not drink and have a good time just because he gets "a bit horny" as he put it so ever bluntly, but I know he's not on drugs anymore so I don't believe that the alcohol alone will do that much harm.


Or I guess maybe I just don't want him to be too uptight all night. If he is a bit drunk then maybe he won't find it just as awkward or weird hanging out with my friends.


- "We'll see," he says skeptically. "But I have to keep an eye on your heavy drinking anyway," he teases and I shake my head at him.


Maybe I do tend to drink a bit too much, but that time at Niall's party was way over the top for me - I think mostly I didn't even realize how much I had, because to be honest I was quite nervous being around Zayn because I fancied him so much, and I just wanted to have a good time. 


He parks the car along the sidewalk a couple of houses down, since there are already a long line-up of cars in front of the house and down the road in both directions. 


Taking my hand, we walk towards the house, the music already audible, blasting out on the empty street that is lighted by only the street lights.

- "And.. Be nice. Please," I say before we enter the door, and Zayn nods.


Zayn's POV


Having arrived at Harry's house, we take off our jacket and since all the coat hangers are taken we just throw them somewhere on a table and enter the party. 


The music is loud the way it should be and it's rather dark, most of the big living room decorated with fake cobwebs and other cheesy Halloween stuff.


There are people literally everywhere, already drinking it seems, and talking and laughing in the kitchen, in the couch area, and on the stairs that lead to the second floor. I think most of the people here are from school, but I don't think I really know any of them.