Twin Switch

Scene 5

"Are you okay?" he asks, wiping my tears with the pad of his thumb, but they just kept falling. At this point, my eyes are struggling to stay open.

The man I was dancing with earlier punches Zayn in the face and yells, "I found her first. Find your own slut."

The next thing I see is Zayn beating up the man on the floor, yelling at him continuously, but I can't make out exactly what he's saying. Only a few people around us turn to look at what the commotion is, but no one tries to intervene, and instead distance themselves from the fight. I don't know what gets into me, but I find myself in the middle of the fight, getting Zayn to get off the man. Looking at the man in such a weak state makes me almost feel sorry for him. Almost. Before I turn back to Zayn, I kick him in the face with my heeled foot.

I rub my head, "I'm sorry. Umm, can you get me back to my sister?" I say, stumbling into him. Why am I such a clumsy drunk?

He shakes his head, placing a warm hand on my waist, "I think I should get you home."

I immediately shake my head, "My parents will kill if they found out I was wasted. I'll be fine, I just need some water."

"I'll give you a room to stay in at my place," he says basically dragging me to his car as I let my eyes lull, resting my head on his shoulder. Once we reached the car, he opens the door for me to sit before getting in.

He leans over me, getting closer, "Get away from me!" I yell, pushing him.

Instead of looking afraid or angry, he laughs. He has the audacity to laugh. He continues to move closer and pulls my seat belt before securing it and putting his hands up in fake surrender.

"Sorry," I smile sheepishly at my lap. "I'm just a little drunk."

"A little?" he scoffs.

When we get to a red stoplight, I reach out and trail my finger along his jaw and he turns around sharply, "Sorry, I just wanted to see if it was as sharp as it looked." He turns to look at the road once, but I notice a slight smile across his face. Has he always been this hot?

I find my eyes wandering to his lap. Did he have big dick energy? I see his eyes widen as he bursts out laughing. Weirdo.

He comes to a stop and opens the door to my side, "We're here. Get up." He holds onto my waist and I shudder, but walk compliantly. "I'll show you to the guest room," he says and takes me to a room that could fit two large bedrooms.

I immediately lay on to the bed, moaning and relishing the feeling as my body comes in contact with the soft bed. The last thing I feel before falling asleep is a bed cover being placed on top of me.

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I wake up in a bed that isn't mine, and even with my killer headache, my first reaction is to run out with my phone. I grab my phone and run out the door to see Zayn, in all his beautiful shirtless glory.

I scratch the back of my neck, looking around awkwardly and squeak, "Zayn." His attention immediately turns towards me and I cringe at my voice. I immediately deepen my voice, "Do you have any Advil by any chance?" I ask, gesturing towards my head.

Wordlessly he moves towards a cabinet that I assume is the medicine cabinet and reaches for a bottle of Advil before setting it on a table near me. He walks into his room. Cold much.

I immediately go back to questioning myself. What happened last night. Why did I come here of all places? We didn't...we couldn't have. "Um Zayn," I find myself calling from just outside his room. "What happened? We didn't...umm... you know, right?"

He arches a perfect eyebrow at me. Then, a look of realization crosses his face and he looks completely appalled by the thought, "No."

How rude can he get? I'm hot, right?

I respond, "Good. I'm glad nothing happened between us." Two can play that game.

He doesn't seem fazed and just turns his back to me. I feel gross in my dress from last night. The only thing I remember is drinking. A lot.

I look down at my phone and it's out of charge. Fuck me. "Zayn," I call out again and he immediately groans. "My phone's out of charge. Can I borrow yours so I can call Mia?" He immediately looks up at the mention of Mia. Interesting.

"Take a shower. I'll get you a new towel and some clothes. I'll take you home after you're done."

"It's okay. Mia can pick me up or I can call my mana-" Oh shit. "My mama." Smooth. He looks amused when I say mama.

He shakes his head, "You're going to be my wife soon. It won't be right if your parents hear that you called Mia to drop you home from my house."

"Yeah, okay," I say dumbly as I wait for him to get me a towel and clothes. He finally walks back with a white towel with a white shirt and grey sweatpants that seem to be his. "Thanks," I mutter before heading back towards the room I was in.

After a long shower, I find myself smelling a little like Zayn. Hopefully no one at home notices. I decide on wearing my underwear from the night before, not wanting to have any accidents even if it feels extremely gross, and I put on the shirt. I find the sleeves falling over my hands and the shirt reaching my mid-thighs. I put on the sweatpants and find them sliding off. Shit. I decide on leaving the sweatpants out as the shirt isn't shorter than the dress I was wearing earlier.

I walk downstairs with the Advil bottle to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

"Damn, chica. Are you Zayn's new fuck buddy?" I hear a voice from behind me and immediately throw the bottle of Advil at the strange man standing in the kitchen. "Ow, you could've answered with a simple yes or no."

"What's happening here?" Zayn comes down, may I add, still shirtless. "Cole, why are you holding your head?"

"You're little friend here decided to throw a rock at me," Cole snarls at me.

I interrupt, "It was actually a bottle of Advil." The two of them glare at me and I raise my hands in surrender, "Sorry, I didn't know who you were."

"You're Mia Aldaine, right?" Cole asks, suddenly smiling and approaching me. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he says, grabbing my hand to place a kiss on it.

Zayn immediately grabs my hand away from him, "No, she's Jade. My fiancée." As if he just realized he looks at me and his gaze travels down to my legs. He quickly averts his eyes and gulps.

"Are you sure?" Cole asks. "I'd know Mia Aldaine anywhere and that's her."

I immediately feel myself grow nervous, but Zayn covers for me, "Jade and Mia are twins, but this is Jade, the girl I'll be marrying tomorrow." If looks could kill, Cole would be 20 feet under by now, but Cole just laughs.

"You did very well, but you could have waited a day longer," Cole says, patting Zayn on his back. "Boys, am I right?" He whispers to me and I laugh.

Zayn groans and grabs my hand. "I'm going to drop Jade home. Stay here and don't make a mess," he tells Cole. He speaks to him like a child. It's kind of funny.

We get into his car and he pulls in near my house. "Can you give me your phone?" He looks at me with suspicion. "Please," I plead. He puts in his pass code and I turn around before he hands it over to me. "Thanks."

"J-Mia, can you open the window from the loft upstairs? I'm near the driveway."

I see her head peak out the window, "Where are your pants?"

"Yeah, that's why I called. Can you throw me a pair of leggings?" She runs into the house and throws out a pair of leggings and I catch it before saying a quick "Thank you" and returning the phone to Zayn.

I quickly pull on the leggings before leaning over the car window from the outside, "Thanks. Umm.. bye," I say to Zayn.

He doesn't reply and just drives off as I approach my house.

I can't wait for tomorrow. Note the sarcasm.