The One Night Stand (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter One - What Happened Last Night?!

The sunlight burns my shut eyelids, causing me to wake up. There is a loud thumping in my head, and it hurts. I place my hand to my forehead, and groan. Last night could not have been fun. I take my hand away from my face and rest it on my tummy. I open my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. In the middle, hangs a white fan. All over the ceiling are lights, they are placed so they are level with the paste that covers the whole ceiling. That isn't my ceiling.

I look down at the sheet that covers me. It is thin, and black. This isn't mine either. My eyes widen a little as I turn them to the floor. The carpet is a light beige, on it are several boys cloths, food  wrappers and drink bottles.

This isn't my room.

My breathing starts to quicken. I look back at the sheet and grab the top of it. Slowly, I lift it away from my body, and look under. Crap. I'm wearing no cloths. I'm in someone else’s bed, with no cloths on. Wait, someone else’s bed. My eyes trail to the right of me. First I see a muscular hand, than an arm with a few tattoos. I see that the sheet is only covering his bottom half, and his chest is showing, revealing more tattoos. Finally, my eyes find the guys face. He is turned away from me, so I can't see who it is.

I don't know what to do so I scream. I hug the sheet to my body as the guy next to me wakes up and rolls right off the bed. As soon as I'm done screaming, I place my hand to my head. This headache is killing me.

"What the hell?!" I sit up and look at the guy as he stands up, and my eyes see something I really don't want to look at.

"Oh god, will you put some cloths on!" I place my hand out in front of me so it covers it up, I also convert my eyes away from him. "Who the hell are you?!" I yell.

"Me?" I turn my head to look at him, and he is half dressed. "Who the hell are you?!" My eyes find his face. He has just black hair, and stubble he also had great cheekbones. I recognize him. It can't be.

"Zayn? As in Zayn Malik?" I say.

"Well done, you can recognize famous people!" He says, pulling a top over his head.

"Fuck." I say to myself, turning away from him. I wrap the sheet all the way around me, making sure none of my body is in sight. "What  happened last night?!" I say, getting the hair out of my eyes. How the hell did I end up with Zayn Malik in his bed? It's not possible.

"How can you not remember. I'm amazing in bed." He says walking around the room, to go to a mirror. "And so are you, if I'm allowed to say." He smiles at my reflection in the mirror. I hold back a smile. This is Zayn Malik, he probably says this to all the girls he sleeps with.

"No, you're not allowed to say that!" I snap standing up, making sure the sheet is wrapped all the way around me body. I scan the floor, looking for my clothes. "Where are my clothes?!" I ask in frustration.

"Is this what you're looking for?" I look over at Zayn, he is holding up my black bra from last night. He has a huge smile on his face. I storm over to him and snatch it out of his hands, glaring at him.

"This is no joke!" I yell in his face. "You do this stuff all the time. I never do one night stands!" I go back to looking at the floor and search for my dress.

"Who says this is a one night stand. What if I want a relationship out of this?" Zayn says, watching me. I let out a sound between a laugh and a snort.

"Yeah right! I know boys like you. You get a girl into bed, say you're looking for something more, but you're actually just looking for sex." I find my dress and pick it up, being careful of the sheet. "Save it, I know all about you Zayn."

"Whoa! I did not get you into bed!" He says, leaning against the wall behind him. "You got me into bed."

"That's ridicules." I say, scoffing at the though.