The One Night Stand (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three - I Don't Do Parties Anymore

It's been two weeks since the incident between me and Zayn. And it's now the 12th January. Him and the rest of the boys have become regulars at the diner. Which I hate. I don't mind it, I only hate that Zayn finds a excuses to talk to me. The other boys are great! They are nice and funny.

Harry has been spending a lot of time at mine and Ashley's apartment. They haven't made it official that they are dating, but there is a couple of pictures of them in magazines and newspaper every now and then. Turns out that that night club worked out well for Ashley, she ended up with a boyfriend. And not just any boyfriend. Harry Styles. And me? I have to live with the mistake I made.

I get out of bed, I still have to go to work. A part of me loves going to work, but now that I see Zayn everyday, he has made it rather difficult to love it. I walk up to my long mirror that is leaning against the wall. I look at myself. Flatting down my hair, and popping a little spot that has appeared on my chin.

I turn to my side and begin to walk away, but I notice something. Have I put on weight? My belly sticks out in a little bump form. When I breath in, it stays there. I must be eating to much.

I walk over to my wardrobe, and think nothing of it. I've just been eating to much. I go and grab my work clothes, but before I can get them off the hanger, I feel the need to vomit. I free my hand from the cloth, and place it to my mouth to stop it from coming up. Running to the bathroom down the hall, I feel more come up in my mouth. The taste is horrible. I soon reach the bathroom, lift the toilet seat up and open my mouth, letting the vomit flood into the toilet.

I have emetaphobia. This means that I don't like vomit, I have a phobia of it. I get worried when I see people puking, I get scared and I just want to run away. I don't mind myself vomiting. I hate the feeling and the smell. But when other people do it, I shake all over and just hope that they will be ok. Weird, I know.

Once I'm sure I'm done puking, I close the toilet seat and sit on it, pulling on the handle so it all flushes away. I rest my elbows on my knees, and put my head in my hands. First the large stomach, and now the vomiting. I have got to be careful of what I eat. 

I hear a faint knock on the door, as I look up, Ashley enters. "Hey, are you ok?" She asks, walking into the bathroom. She crouches down next to me, and places a hand on my back. "I herd you from my room." 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say, giving her a reassuring smile. "I must have eaten to much." She still has a worried look in her eyes, but I give her a smile and walk out of the bathroom to get ready for work. I pull on my work shirt, that is a bright yellow - hideous colour- and do the buttons up. To my surprise, the buttons barely do up over my belling. I can not be that big! I pull on my skirt, which is a matching yellow, put on some black flat shoes and head off to work.

Everyone is back from the Christmas and New Years holiday, so the diner is pretty busy. As usual, I walk in through the back entrance and grab my apron. The boys aren't here yet. Which is a relife. I take the order of an elderly couple and go back into the kitchen to get it.

"Hey Lea," Mark, the main chef calls me. "There was a slice of your favourite chocolate cake left last night, so I saved it for you!" He chucks me the slice of cake, which it wrapped up in tin foil.

"Aw, thanks Mark." I say, with a smile. "You know how much us girls love the leftovers." Me and Mark joke around all the time. This is my favourite cake, so whenever there is a slice left over, I always get it. I unwrap the tin foil, and take a sniff at the chocolate. But it doesn't have its usual smell. It smells off. "Are you sure this is from last night?" I ask him. He comes away from the oven and walks toward me.

"Yeah, I picked it up last night. Why?"

"It smells, off." I say and hand him the cake. He takes a sniff of it and looks at me with confused eyes. Then, he rips a bit off and puts it in his mouth.