It was 11pm on a Friday night. You're at a party with your best friend. Your best friend enjoys smoking, drinking and hooking up with guys. On the other hand, you're extremely innocent. You've never been around alcohol or drugs, and you've certainly never hooked up with a guy before.
"Hey! Do you want something to drink?" your best friend asks. "Uh no, I think I'm okay." you say tucking your hair behind your ear. "Okay! Well I'll be right back!" your best friend says as she makes her way across the crowded room. You're now by yourself in the corner observing the party. There are tons of people yelling, kissing, laughing, smoking and drinking, and you feel like a total loser standing there by yourself. Just then, you see a group of guys come through the front door. You recognize a few of them, but there is one insanely attractive guy you've never seen before. "Who are you staring at?" your best friend asks. "Oh..um..no one..." you say nervously. "No seriously oh my god tell me!" she pleads. "Who is... that?" you say pointing towards the hot guy. "Dude... His name is Zayn. He just moved here, but apparently he is a really bad kid." she says. "How bad?" you ask curiously. "He's just.... not your type." your best friend says still staring at him. "I'll be right back." she says. She walks toward the kitchen and "accidently" bumps into him. Instantly, a conversation sparks between the two. She's laughing and twirling her hair and you are pissed. You roll your eyes and cross your arms. "Whatever," you sigh to yourself, "forget it." You decide to mnake yourself a non alcoholic drink in the kitchen. You pass Zayn and you cannot believe how attractive he is up close. He has sexy facial hair, and he's covered with tattoos. You grab a red solo cup and fill it up with tap water. As you are leaning against the kitchen sink sipping your water, you hear your best friend say, "Oh my god Zayn! Meet my best friend!" You turn and give a fake smile. After all, she pretty much stole a super hot guy away from you. "Hey, I'm Zayn." he says. Your heart literally sinks. He has an accent. He has tattoos. He has facial hair. He's perfect. You've been dreaming of finding a guy like this your entire life and now, he's standing right in front of you. "Oh hi, I'm Y/N" you say quietly. Your best friend then completely cuts you off from the conversation again. Annoyed, you decide to leave the kitchen and sit in the backyard. Thankfully, it's pretty peaceful out there. You sit on a hammock and swing back in forth thinking about Zayn. All of a sudden, you hear a group of teens yell, "THE COPS ARE COMING! RUN!" You jump up from the hammock in a panic. Teenagers are running everywhere. The house is filled with a bunch of illegal things, and if your parents find out that you were at this party, you will be grounded for the rest of your life. A mob of teenagers begin running through the backyard, and you're frantically trying to get someone to help you. "Please help me! I don't know where to go. What do I do?" you cry out. You feel someone grab your hand and yell, "Come on! Follow me!" Of course, you follow the person. They lead into the dark alley, and let go of your hand. "Keep following me!" the person yells. The person is sprinting down the streets, and you're struggling to keep up. The person finally stops in front of a black Mustang. "Get in!" they say. You're nervous because you don't know who this person is, but you don't want to be caught by the cops. You get in the car and realize the person is Zayn. He speeds out of the neighborhood and into a dark parking lot. As he stops the car, he looks over and recognizes you. "Oh hey! I talked with your friend. She introduced me to you, right?" he asks. "Yeah.." you say hiding your face with your hair. "Thank you for helping me tonight. My parents would've killed me if I had been caught." "Oh yeah.. it really is no problem." The silence is awkward. "I - I don't know what I'm gonna do." you say. "What?" Zayn asks. "Well, I told my parents that I was sleeping at a friend's house tonight, but she's drunk and I don't think she'll be at her house tonight. What should I do?" you ask. Zayn thinks for a minute. "Well, I know we just met... but you could stay at my place if you want." he says. Your heart starts pounding. You look at him and you're mesmerized. He is gorgeous. How could you pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity? "Yeah, I mean, if that's okay with you." you say. "Yeah, we'll just have to be quiet so we don't wake up my mom and sisters." he says. "Alright." you smile. He drives for a bit until he reaches a small two-story house on the corner of Bradford Street. You both get out of the Mustang silently, and he leads you to the front door. "Just be really quiet!" he says. You walk into the house without saying a word and walk upstairs into his bedroom. Once you both get inside, he shuts the door quietly behind him. His room is filled with grafitti artwork. Your jaw drops as you look at all of the work. "Did you do all of this?" you say as you reach for one of his paintings. "Oh.. yeah." he smiles as he rubs the back of his neck. "You're really talented. I had no idea." you say looking back at him. His smile is stunning. You find yourself staring into his eyes. You've never felt this way before. You feel a burning sensation in your stomach, and you can't breathe. Suddenly, you realize you've been staring in his eyes for a while. You instantly snap out of the moment and say, "Thanks again for... letting me stay." "Oh it's no problem." Zayn says. It's 1:46AM. "Oh wow, I didn't realize how late it was." you say. "Yeah, we better get some sleep." he says. You feel awkward. Should you sleep in the same bed? Should you sleep on the floor? "Um.. Where should I sleep?" you ask. "You take the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor." Zayn says sweetly. "Are you sure? I mean I can-" "No, it's fine." he interrupts. You throw your hair into a messy bun and get into his queen size bed. His sheets are so soft and they smell like his cologne. You look over at him. He's facing the other way and taking off his shirt. His back muscles are flawless. He turns around, and you immediately look away. He prepares his bed and fumbles for the light switch. You're now laying in the dark. "So.. tell me about yourself." Zayn says. "Well, I've lived here my entire life. I have a family of five, and we have a dog. I like reading and listening to music. I don't know... I'm pretty lame." you say shyly. "You seem interesting to me." he says. "How so?" you ask. "I don't know... I guess I've never really met anyone like you before. You're... different." "Different?" you question. "In a good way. You aren't like the girls at the party tonight." he says. You stare at the ceiling smiling. "Thank you, and I guess you aren't really like the guys I've ever met either." you say. "How so?" he asks. "Well for starters, you have an accent." He laughs. "Yeah, you technically have an accent too." he says. "Yeah, I guess I do." you giggle. There is a moment of silence. "Can I tell you something?" he says. "...yeah definitely" you nearly whisper. "I don't really know how to say this, but I - I think you're beautiful." he says sincerely. You are speechless. Zayn thinks you're beautiful and different from the other girls. Is this a dream? "Wait.... really?" you ask. "Yeah.. when I first saw you, I was speechless. Then your best friend introduced me, and then I saw you in the backyard and yeah" he says. "I - I think you're pretty great yourself. Do you want to know something?" you ask him. "Yeah sure!" "I saw you at the party and asked my best friend who you were. She said that you weren't my type, and then she started talking to you." you confess. "Not your type?" he asks. "I don't really know what she means considering I've never had a boyfriend." you say. "Wait seriously?" he asks. "Um yeah I mean I've kissed a few guys, but I've never really had a boyfriend." "You know... that is surprising considering you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met." Zayn says. "Wow, I'm speechless. Thank you." you say. "Zayn..." "Yes?" "Can you come here for a second." He stands up and walks to the edge of the bed. "You really don't need to sleep on the floor. I won't mind if we sleep in the same bed." you say. "Are you su-" "Postitive," you interrupt. He climbs under the covers. You're now laying side by side, and you look over at him. He glances over at you, and you glance at his lips. You tilt your head to the right and lean in. Your lips meet and you feel a tingly sensation down your spine. You slightly pull away and look in his eyes. He smirks and kisses you one last time. "Goodnight." he says. "Goodnight."
