last night | Zarry short story

1 - Memories

My eyes fluttered open to warm sunlight tickling my face. "How late is it?" I mumbled to myself, looking over at my alarm clock which read 11:46 am.

I groaned in pain when I tried to get out of bed, my head was throbbing, everything felt heavy, I couldn't even remember what happened last night, all I could remember was a pretty boy who took my breath away.

Did I- did I hook up with him?

I looked at my nightstand to see two painkillers, a glass of water and.. a note?

I gulped down the water along with the pills before reading it.

Last night was amazing,
but I'm sure you must have
a massive headache.
Call me xxx

I turned the note to see a phone number on the back.

Memories from last night flashed through my mind.

"Stop eye-fucking that pretty boy and talk to him!" my best friend elbowed me.

I took a deep breath and finally got out of bed, walking into the bathroom to take a shower.

I cringed when I looked into the mirror, I was a mess: my lips were chapped from kissing, my hair was pointing in all directions, my chest and neck were covered in hickeys and my back was scratched up.

I stripped off my boxer briefs and stepped under the cold water, hoping it would clear my mind a bit.

Everything seemed slow, slower than usual and my head was spinning - I was hardly able to stand up straight. I rested my back against the cold tile wall, sliding down until my bum hit the floor and closed my eyes, trying to remember what happened in the club last night.

My mind slowly started to clear up and I could remember a few details.

"Hey, I'm Harry. Do your mind me asking for your name, babe?" I introduced myself.

He giggled, "Nice to meet you Harry, my name is-

"Shit! I forgot his name! He didn't even write it on the note he left me," I grumbled, running my hands through my wet curls in frustration.

I picked up the bottle of shampoo from the floor next to me and started washing my hair.

"C'mon, dance with me!" I smirked, grabbing the stranger by his hands.

"N- no, I can't dance," he squealed.

"It's not that hard, just go with the flow," I laughed and pulled him closer until our chests were almost touching.

"Okay, one dance," he giggled, wrapping his arms around my neck.

I got out of the shower and grabbed two towels, wrapping one around my waist and drying my hair with the other one.

I walked into my bedroom and grabbed some clothes from my wardrobe, a simple white V-neck shirt and light grey sweatpants.

"You're so pretty." I whispered into his ear, our hips swaying together in unsion.

I couldn't even recall what he looked like.

All I could remember was a pair of pretty golden eyes glistering in the dim light.

"There must be a way of finding out what happened last night," I wondered, falling face first onto my bed.

I was about to grab my phone from my nightstand and call my best friend, but my gaze lingered on something different.

The note.

"Call me," I read aloud, I took my phone and dialed the number without a second thought.

"Hello, here's Zayn," someone answered with a thick Yorkshire accent when I was about to hang up.

Zayn.

"Hello Zayn, here's your one night stand." I chuckled.

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