We landed in London two days ago and the stiffness in my back from the plane seats had just began to let up. London was an adventure so Riya and I planned on buying club outfits for tonight. We found ourselves getting lost more than once in the enormous shopping complex but she ended up deciding on a really cute top with sparkly daisy dukes. I had some black high waisted shorts and the cutest sparkly bandeau.
“So, you better not loose me tonight." I warned Riya as I straightened out my long brown hair that was almost down to my hip now. She tended to be quite the party animal.
“I'll try my best." She rolled her eyes dramatically while getting ready for herself.
London was really our 'get away from reality just for a little while' sort of trip. We both went to the local university and decided that it was about time to take some time off.
We took a taxi to the club that was downtown. We were a couple yards short of a mile away, and we could hear the bass beat through the ground.
We walked into the club effortlessly. They didnt card us to get into the club, but if we walked near the bar, then they might just ID us. To start us off though a couple guys, not very good looking, bought us a couple drinks. We all but downed them in one swallow and instantly began dancing.
Riya and I ran up for seconds and by our third, I still wasn't drunk. But I turned around and my drink goes splashing all over me. I spit out profanity before I looked at his face and thought, 'You have got to be kidding me.'
“I am so sorry. That was entirely my fault. Really." He spoke fast and I could still catch his accent.
“No no ! All my fault. I really should have looked where I was walking. I am so sorry." I said, while tripping over my words. I was such an idiot. I dont think my brain could even contemplate the fact that I just spilled my drink all over Zayn Malik.
He looked down at me, even though I wore heels and he chuckled cutely at my nervousness.
“Alright. Well how bout you let me buy you another drink to spill on me?" He asked, raising his perfect eyebrow.
'You have GOT to be KIDDING me.' I repeated to myself in my head. But I automatically smiled and said yes.
“I'll meet you in the lounge." He told me as he walked backwards to the bar.
This could not be happening. As I walked to the bar while squeezing through all the people before walking into the all but empty lounge, I blinked a couple times to make sure I wasn't drunk. I only had a couple drinks. But rest assured, while questioning my sanity, in walked the most beautiful boy with two drinks in his hand. He smiled widely at me and handed me a drink before sitting next to me.
“Again, I apologize for that." He said without looking me in the eye. Was he shy? I didnt think so. He handed me napkins and helped me clean up.
“Its no problem." I said, looking at him.
“Dont worry. Booze in your hair doesn't make you look any less prettier." He assured me. And then I was at a loss for words.
“Are you alright?" He asked looking deep into my eyes. His long eyelashes batting while looking at me. I was so embarrassed. He thought I was drunk.
“No....I meant, yes. Im just.... shocked." I stammered.
“Oh, you know me. Dont you?" He asked, running his fingers through his perfect, dark hair.
“Zayn?" I asked, trying to be casual.
“Yes. Whats yours?"
“Reyna."
“Reyna. Thats a lovely name nonetheless. So Reyna, are you a fan?"
“Tell me Zayn, which girl my age, isn't your fan?"
“Touché. Im just happy you didnt scream. I am glad you cursed at me. Like a normal person would."
He chuckled. “Speaking of which, Are you even of age." He said skeptically.
“Oh! Caught me!"
“Its bad for my reputation you know! I can see the headlines now. 'Heartthrob Zayn Malik buys drink for sexy underaged girl at the club.'" He joked, but continued, “So you aren't from here.." It wasn't a question as much as it was a guess.
“Yeah no. Im from California. San Diego. Im just here for winter break."
“And how do you like it so far?" He asked. He leaned in as he spoke. I wanted to lean in with him.
“Its wonderful. I landed just two days ago."
“Well winter in London is beautiful. You chose the right time for a visit."
We talked for what seemed like hours. We actually laughed more than we talked. And we flirted more than we laughed. I hadn't laughed this much in what felt like forever. Talking to him seemed effortless. Like breathing.
He was inhumanly good looking. Absolutely perfect. The dim lighting in the lounge made his olive skin shine. As if he didnt look angelic enough. His shirt wasn't tight but it clung to his muscular chest and you could see the muscle on his arms. Other than just being good looking, he was a pure gentlemen. He never took his eyes off of me. Always polite. But all the while, I could not believe that I was sitting in a lounge in London while having a drink with Zayn Malik. Though I was far past thinking I was drunk. I had sobered down after talking to Zayn for this long.
“What time is it?" I asked just now remembering that Riya was still here someplace.
“Almost 3. We've been here for quite a while. The lads are going to kill me if I dont show tonight."
My heart swelled when I realized that that was my cue and we had to leave soon.
“Yeah. And I have to find my friend...she's here someplace." He looked at me for a long while before saying anything next.
“Im sorry, I spilled the drink on your pretty dress. But if you'd let me, maybe you could give me another chance and we could go for a coffee? I promise I wont spill it on you this time." He smiled. My heart totally stopped and then picked up again double time.
“I'd love to." I said, trying not to be too eager. Ok. Yep. Now my head was spinning.
We exchanged numbers and he swiftly kissed my cheek before completely disappearing.
And all I could think about was the next time I would see him.
