If I were to suddenly vanish from my spot in my bedroom at the moment and appear in the school hall where my grade seven extempore was held. And if they were to ask me to list ten things about last night off the top of my head, here's what I would say:
10. My ex, the guy I once dreamt of marrying and having kids with, has a beautiful 'red-head' girlfriend. Who would've thought of that?
9. Apparently the dress I wore to the party last night, had a little rip on the right side; somewhere near my hip. I hate to think my brand new sixty-five dollar (on-sale) Ralph Lauren dress is ruined.
8. Coming to the party, alright. I don't remember a single bit. Except when I joined everyone at the club. And well, felt suffocated with all the people there.
7. I lost my phone.
6. I did something as ridiculous as agreeing to Zayn's idea of 'having the time of my life.'
5. We both completely utterly totally failed at it, which I'm only assuming at the moment because like I said, I don't remember anything.
4. I had too many swigs of Zayn's pocket flask and I was really trying hard to find a reason for 'why I really did that?'
3. Oh, I forgot to mention I turned twenty one.
2. I rode a Harley Davidson for the first, and definitely the last time, in my life.
But most important of all, that I think even my subconscious would agree with me in, was that--
1. I was alive.
"So if we left the party, where does the whole fight and twenty seven hundred dollars come into picture?"
"Thank god you didn't forget about the ride."
Zayn ran his long fingers through his bed-hair aiming to make it seem better but only messing it up further.
"Can you cut to the chase, please?"
My impatience should be understandable. I have never been reckless enough, ever before, to forget all the key notes of such a special night. My anxiety was bumbling through my veins like boiling lava.
"Alright. So we rode by the Brooklyn Bridge and a few streets in downtown and then you had to pee. I swear I shouldn't have let you drink all that much scotch. Anyway, we fought over it because I told you to use a public restroom and you weren't ready for it. So we travelled back to the club even though you insisted you wanted to go home. We couldn't just leave the party like that. So we came back to the club and this girl-"
And I had another scene play in my head from last night as if I had developed psychic skills overnight.
"This dress is so tight."
Zayn grunted in response.
"Is there ever anything you don't complain about?"
"Is there ever anything you don't find in me to criticise about?"
Wow, that was an astounding comeback. Especially from a drunk girl such as me.
"Don't you have to pee?" He rolled his eyes at me.
"Hold it down." I angrily shushed him. Didn't he learn not to talk about stuff like this in public?
"Just go, Anya-"
"Zayn?" A young blonde turned around towards him, beaming. I was surprised, wondering if anyone could ever get as happy as she was, seeing him. I know I would never.
"Jessica, hey." Zayn mirrored her expressions but there was a part of his dazzle missing. Perhaps he was faking excitement.
"Stay here. I'll be right back so you can take me home-"
I was cute off by not the most irritable man on earth, no, it was the blonde; a beautiful blonde actually. She, without as much as another word after her greeting, shoved her tongue down his throat.
"Can I just say ew?"
Seriously, she deserved that. Especially because it was Zayn she forced herself on. I thought better than to disturb the pair who were, by now, heavily 'snogging' as someone in Zayn's British way would say.
But, bladder alert--I had to rush things and as much as I would have enjoyed just staying back and passing comments on the two, I physically couldn't. Funny thing was that in just seven minutes I spent in the ladies room, the outside world toppled. And someone, or particularly another person that I had recently come to dislike other than the one I was stuck with, James gate-crashed my party. Even the girl Jessica, for that matter because she was the one who caused the whole drama that followed.
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Rogue (Zayn Malik)
FanfictionMeet Anya Kapoor, a little girl with dreams who turned into a young lady with a vision. And Zayn Malik, a boy with an odd life and violence as his second name. Now if you say he's just another boy, she's just another girl and this is just another...