When I First Met You (Zayn Fanfic) (COMPLETED)

Zayn PoV

"How's that girl? The one from last night?" Niall asks while changing into his stage clothes.

"She's fine, she's amazing. I think I like her. Well, I don't think, I know. I like her, and all I want is to be with her." I say explaining my feelings.

"Your whipped." He says chuckling.

I laugh and I grab my mic. I get into my position, and wait for the other boys too.

Finally, we get on stage and start singing. Midnight Memories was playing first. I surf the crowd, so many girls. So many pretty girls, so many beautiful faces, and smiles.

Finally, the concert was over. I was breathing hard, as adrenaline was rushed through my body, and sweat coming down my face. We end up back stage, and we have meet and greets.

We see at least 15 girls in the back waiting, to say things to us, to hug us, to take pictures with us, and to meet us.

I was beat when all girls had past. I went to find my dressing room to change into cleaner clothes. I open my door, and see Lailyah standing there.

"Hi." She says looking at me.

"What are you doing here?" I say confuse.

"Zayn, I..I miss you." She says looking at me.

"Lay, I you know." I start.

She pushes me against the wall, and starts kissing me. I don't move my lips, suddenly I do. I kiss her back, imagining that it's y/n.

"Yeah, he was gre---" I hear an all to familiar voice. A voice that sounds like music to my ears.

I stop kissing Lailyah and push her away a little.

I see y/n in the doorway, with Niall.

"I'm sorry, I interrupted." She says looking away from me.

"You weren't." I say walking toward her.

"Niall, I think I should leave now. Can you please take me back to my mother." she says not looking at me once.

"Y/n." I say with pleading eyes.

"close your door on the way out." Lailyah says.

"Y/n, wait." I say.

"Zayn, just.. Just leave it for now." Niall says turning around.

I watch as Niall pushed y/n in the wheel chair. My heart begins to feel crushed. Is this how it feels to hurt?

I hit the wall furious with myself, and Lailyah smirks at me.

"I knew she was coming. Anyways bye Zayn." she smiles while walking out in a 10 inch heels.

I sit on the couch, and lay my head in my hands.

We aren't even together, why am I freaking out?

Because you like her dumbass.

Should I go after her?

You'd be a fool to not too.

Damn, my conscious could always win at everything.

Don't doubt me oh wise one.

I run out of my dressing room, and run toward the direction I seen them walk away.

"Y/n." I practically yell.

Her mom and her are leaving, and I run up to her.

"Can we talk?" I say with pleading eyes.

Her mom walks off getting the hint.

"Zayn, I'm sorry I interrupted back there. It was very awkward, and I feel ashamed. I hope you forgive me. But, I'm fine." She says with her soothing voice.

This girl gots me hooked.

"No, no don't be ashamed or sorry. I don't even like her. I wanted to know if you want to hang out tomorrow?" I say.

"Tomorrow? Well, I can't. Your drummer, umm, Josh had just asked me. Sorry. But I'm pretty sure your beautiful girlfriend would like to spend time with you. Bye zayn. Let's go mom." She says while strolling away in her wheel chair.

"But she's not my girlfriend." I whisper to myself.

Josh? And her? Hang out tomorrow?

This doesn't make sense.