A Collection of Imagines

Zayn

Stone Cold Woman

Clustered bodies, loud music and the smell of cigarettes are the only things my body can pick up. I really don't know why I'm here. I never had the need to party, especially with people like this. I just saw the sign outside and I just walked in.

I was a little annoyed when my mate passed me the joint. I don't really wanna get fucked up tonight, but I took it anyway. He smiles when I do. The devilish smile I once loved, but now I kind of loath it. God, he's a prick.

I guess my self-destructive behavior is kicking into high gear. It started once I stepped out of that prison I call a home. Right now I want to make as many mistakes it takes to forget about that place. And lets hope they keep me occupied.

I'm officially bored of this place. The music is too loud to where the walls shake and the women don't appeal. There's nothing that interesting until I look to my right and see someone so out of place.

I'm so close to leaving. There's nothing here. My ears hurt and so does everything else. It's so dim in here that my eyes feel heavy and this couch thing is very uncomfortable and I have been staring at this one spot on the bar. I'm so done.

She looks like she went through hell, yet she still ends up beautiful. A messy kind of beautiful. She's dressed in a larger sweatshirt and sweatpants. And a little bit of a shiner appearing under her eye. Totally different than the other girls here. Her hair is untamed and doesn't have a lick of makeup on, yet she's more intriguing than anyone here.

I scan the smoky room for any exit. And just when I decide to get up, someone's eyes make me sit back down. He's gorgeous. His body is littered in tattoos, his hair is slightly spiked, and he's staring right at me.

She locks eyes on me and her expression doesn't change. She's still stone cold. Unbothered that I'm staring right at her. She doesn't grovel like everyone else. She's completely comfortable. I can't take my eyes off of her. I hear one of the morons I call my friends ask me something, but I don't care. The only thing I do care about is this stone cold girl in front of me.

One of the skinny, barely clothed girls next to him says something to him. He doesn't answer. It's like he is paralyzed by my stare. She follows his eyes to me. She looks as in between our stares and makes a face of disgust and goes on with her business. I smirk a little. Somehow that was very interesting to me.

She smirks for some reason. A slightly criminal snide. I want to see it again. I take another puff of the joint that's still in my hand. I exhale and she leans her head back a little, almost with pleasure. Fuck.

He exhales and I never have seen anything so sexy. The fog of smoke that escapes from his plump lips make me shiver. His eyes were on me the whole time and I thought I was gonna explode. I lean my head back slightly. I couldn't help it.

I need to control myself and quickly. I feel a shove on my shoulder and I spring into action. I don't know why I haven't gotten up earlier. I hate the people that I sit with, why can't I be with this stone cold stranger? She doesn't move once I get up. She doesn't hesitate to take my hand when I extend it either.

He gets up and walks towards me and for a second I thought he might say something, but instead he extends his hand. I don't even look down at it because I can finally see the color of his eyes. A fiery gold. A color I could never forget. I get up and he breaks the eye contact to lead the way. I glance behind him and I see that his entire posse's so confused. I bet they're asking themselves why a weird, distressed girl that obviously doesn't give a shit about her appearance is being lead somewhere by their 'friend', but from here I could totally understand why he is. They seem like annoying selfish pricks.