Strawberry Fields Forever

Strawberry Fields Forever - Part Twelve (12)

Zayn POV ...

It was after 11, and the girls, Liam and I had gone back to the hotel for a few drinks. Both Mae and Anna had gone to the bathroom to touch up their makeup. After dancing for nearly two hours straight it’d started to wear off. I turned round to Liam, who was currently taking a shot of vodka. I waited a moment until he slammed the glass down on to the table, smiling at me.

“So, what do you think of Anna? Isn’t she wonderful?” he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. The last time he’d looked like this was when we all first went out with Danielle.

“You’re a lucky man, Liam,” I replied, shaking my head in disbelief. How did we ever find girls like this? I’d never met anyone like Mae in my life. She was amazing. I looked at the counter top, reading the ads plastered all over it. My wall of confidence was slowly breaking.

“I think I’m falling for Mae,” I muttered, shyly looking up at Liam. He grinned.

“I can tell. The way you look at her … it’s like nothing else matters,” I nodded at his explanation. It was true. I’d fallen head over heels for Mae and she didn’t even know it. It’s been a little under a week, and I know it’s such a short time but I knew it from when I first saw her – if I didn’t have her, nobody would. Just the aura around her dragged me in to her little world, my mind blank and unable to comprehend how I felt.

“What about Anna?” I asked, curious. I think Liam was already in love with Anna.

“It’s love,” he sighed. I looked at him, a familiar glint in his eye. I’d seen it before – when my parents looked at each other, or couples on the street kissed each other and held hands, or when he looked at Danielle before the news had gotten to him… God. I don’t know. It was unexplainable. I didn’t even know how I felt.

"Liam," I quickly grumbled. His eyes hot up to meet mine.

“I’ve had too much to drink,” I blurted out, clutching my stomach and gagging slightly.

Mae POV …

Anna had gone back earlier than me, and as I walked in to the lobby I saw her chatting to Liam and Zayn, her hands flying all over the place and a worried expression stuck on her features. Zayn had his guilty face on, and Liam his concerned look. I rushed over to them.

“What’s going on?” I asked, worried. There were now shot glasses lined up in a row before me, telling me someone had a lot to drink. I looked at Zayn – his eyes were now even more bloodshot and dazed. I tutted him.

“I’d best get him back to his apartment,” I said, his head now hanging low. He wasn’t stupid drunk, but his he obviously was going to throw up sooner or later so I had to get him home. Anna gave me a sympathetic look.

“I’ll be here when you get back, OK?” She told me, going in for a hug. I embraced her, smiling. She was such a good friend.

“I don’t think I’ll come back – someone’s gotta help him, and Liam probably needs a bit of help too, by the look of it,” I nodded towards him. He was bracing the edge of the bar, ready to go. I rushed Anna over to help him, waving as I pulled Zayn up from his low position and dragged him outside, trying to get a taxi. I got one right away.

“Zayn, where are you staying?” I asked, shaking his arm. He looked up and told the driver his address – it hopefully wasn’t that far away. I tried to hold him up as he began heaving. I opened a window trying to give him some fresh air.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“You needed it,” I grinned playfully. He stuck his finger up at me and I laughed - now wasn't the best time to be joking around, actually. The taxi pulled up to a small country house decorated with many perfectly trimmed trees leading up to the doorway. It was taller than it was wide, and three small french balconies were placed on the second level. It was very pretty - almost my dream home.

“Is this is?” I asked him, to which he nodded to. I paid the fee and heaved Zayn out of the cab. He gave me a funny look, and we instinctively started to run towards the door. I grabbed the key from his suit jacket after a quick dearch for it and opened the door. I shoved him inside and hopped in myself. He began to clutch his stomach and gag again.

I grabbed his collar and pulled off his jacket, trying to get it off before he threw up. We immediately ran upstairs and he burst in to the bathroom, him leaning his head over the toilet bowl and me holding on to his jacket. I sat opposite him and sighed, laying my legs out and taking my heels off for the second time. My dress had crumpled from when Zayn and I were on our way to the restaurant, and my hair was all over the place.

“How much did you drink?” I asked him, turning away in disgust as he upchucked in the toilet bowl. He grumbled.

“Not that much, and I’m usually not like this,” he moaned in to the toilet. I squirmed a bit. I think I’d best leave him alone now …

“I’m just going to go out and get a glass of water. Do you want one?” I asked casually, trying to avoid looking at him hung over the toilet. He nodded, leaning back on his elbows and shutting his eyes. He looked really sick. I quickly ran out to the kitchen and filled up a glass of water.

The house was quite large – filled with extravagant furniture. It was like a simple replica of the restaurant. I loved antiques, and Zayn’s house was brimming with them. It was nice to know we had a mutual appreciation for the past. I remembered my task and set a quick pace back for the bathroom … which Zayn wasn’t in. I looked around. He’d passed out on his bed.

I walked over and put the glass of water on his bedside table next to the lamp, which was turned on. He’d passes out pretty quickly – someone must’ve spiked his drink. I sighed internally, meaning not to wake him up. I checked his pulse by laying my fingers on the inside of his wrist just to make sure he was OK. His heart was beating steadily – good.

I walked over to the closet and searched for a shirt and slacks. It was now one in the morning, and I couldn’t be bothered to go back to the hotel, so I grabbed one of Zayns massive shirts from his closet, unable to find pants that would fit me.

I went in to the other room, changing slowly and hanging my dress up carefully on the hanger on the back of the door. It’d been a long night and I really needed some rest. I took in my surroundings so that I knew where I was when I woke up - it was a nice little room. I slipped on Zayns shirt and climbed roughly in to the mountain of covers, immediately finding a comfortable position and finally falling in to a deep sleep.