English Love Affair » z.m au

1. "I was so fucked."

A/N: Hey guys, all through the story, it'll shift between zayn and the girl, so bare with me. if you enjoy this, or even if you don't, comment and let me know x

ps. I attached a picture of the girl in the media, so check it out if you're curious

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Zayn

 

What happened to people?

I sat in that bar, and no one, literally no one caught my eyes.

Either they were too tanned, too pale, too revealing, or too uptight.

They were all extremes, nothing in between, which was frustrating.

I needed more drinks if I had any chance of living through this dreadful night.

I walked towards the bar, almost signaling to the bartender to get me the worst drink they had, until my eyes fell onto a mess of pure diamond shade of blonde hair, falling upon a thin, bare shoulder. That body couldn’t have belonged to anything human, and when I took a seat next to her, properly evaluating her, I knew that I was right.

She wore a black leather dress.

Fucking black leather.

No one had the balls to wear black leather anymore, especially not a whole fucking dress.

She had black nail polish and the sexiest shade of red lipstick on.

The darkness of her outfit contrasted with the paleness of her perfect skin.

Her fingers were laced with some of the most exotic rings I had ever seen on a woman.

And the lone syllable that I could mentally form was “fuck”.

I physically bit on my lips, to imprison that single word from escaping.

That wouldn’t have been the most convenient first impression, even though I would have loved to take her, at that very moment.

The bartender had just laid a shot in front of her, and she was pulling her hand out to take it.

And that was when I saw that diamond ring decorating her middle finger.

Well, fuck.

But that was a whole different kind of fuck.

That wasn’t the- fuck her- kind of fuck, that was the -fuck my luck for making me a few years late because fuck she was something-  kind of fuck.

Subconsciously, I found myself beating her to the drink, devouring it without a single thought in mind.

She tilted her head to my side, and fuck me, she was beautiful.

Her eyes were barely opened, but I could see the exotic honey-like shade of them.

They glowed.

They almost called for me, seducing me to walk into the maze that this girl was bound to resemble, and fuck, did I want to listen.

I had no way in hell of resisting.

How could I?

Hell, why would I?

She was speaking.

Fuck, what was she saying?

I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t see past the perfect movement of her heavenly full lips.

God, did I want to kiss those lips till they lost all feeling.

She didn’t seem at all amused by my bold move, yet, I found myself being turned on by her rage.

A smirk formed onto my lips, as I straightened my back, wanting to be half as intimidating as she was.

“ Calm down, tiger, I was just thirsty and it would have taken too long to order one for myself.” I shrugged, wanting to push her, just a tad bit more. She said something about it being her problem, or something along those lines, and again, I couldn’t take my eyes off how her lips moved.

 It was almost unearthly, unnerving even.

“ It’s just your luck though, or maybe it’s mine.”  I said, maintaining my composure. And to top it all off, I winked. I needed to test the water, wanting to know just how deep it was.

“ I’m married, you prick, so you might as well just fuck off.”

That I knew.

I wanted to tell her that no happily married woman should be sitting by herself, wearing that unfair dress, might I add.

I wanted to tell her that he was a fucking idiot if he let her walk out the house without fucking her senseless.

I wanted to tell her that I could take her on a ride that only went up.

I wanted to tell her that she was probably the sexiest, most intriguing woman I had ever lied eyes upon.

And my eyes had seen a lot.

Instead, I widened my grin, before saying “ If you’re this pissed off at the world, then you must really love him.”

Her eyes widened, revealing their captivating color, and I wanted to drown into their sweetness.

She soon recovered, her cheeks gaining a deeper shade of pink.

“ Listen here you asshole-“

And I had to run.

Run for my life, or for hers.

Run from what that was bound to happen, if I had stayed one more minute in her overwhelming presence.

“ Save it.” I cut her off, retrieving the money from my pocket, before putting it under my empty glass. I approached her, feeling the invisible string pulling me in. I wanted to take in her scent which I was certain would have been heavenly.

“ Till next time, beautiful.” I whispered, my voice flaring slightly with the dominating nearness. I bit on my lip again, to imprison whatever absurd confession that wanted desperately to escape. I walked away, running a shaky hand through my hair, pulling slightly at the roots, because I was fucked.

I was absolutely fucked.

And I thought that no one in that bar would have caught my eyes.

Fuck, she caught my eyes, my heart, my mind, and everything in between.

I was so fucked.