Take Me Home

Rough Night

A/N This is the second chapter of my story :) I hope people like it... Zayn is such a badboy lol.

Zayn's P.O.V.

I looked into her eyes as I held onto her and I got lost in how deep blue they were. Her eyes widened when she looked up at me and I prayed that she wouldn't recognize me or start screaming. I winced as her mouth dropped open but instead she asked me what my name was.

"Well, um, I'm Harper. What's your name?" She asked me casually. So maybe she didn't recognized me. Or maybe she was just really good at hiding it.

"I'm zay-zayn. That sure is one nice name you have. Harper. It sounds reeeeaaly nice." I told her. The words coming out of my mouth didn't even sound like me but I couldn't help it. The only thing keeping me upright was the wall I was leaning against and my whole body felt like Jell-O.

"So what are you doing out here? No offense, but you seem pretty smashed?" Harper looked at me with her eyebrow going up and I felt really stupid at that moment. How was getting drunk going to solve my problems with Jaime?

"Ohhhhh yeah. I only had a few drinks, but ya know those clubs sure are crazy." I slurred out my words.

"Well um I think I'm gonna be at a hotel for the night and judging by the looks of it you don't seem to be in any condition to drive home. Would you like to come to the hotel with me?" She questioned me. It actually was a perfect offer considering I had walked out on my awful girlfriends just a few hours ago and had nowhere to stay. I didn't even know this girl but I felt like she was asking me to come with her out of pure niceness. Not just to take advantage of some drunken guy at a club.

"Yeah sure, that sounds like a plan babe." I told her trying not to sound as drunk as I was.

"Where is your car? I don't want you to get a ticket for leaving it parked on the street..." Harper trailed off while looking around for my car.

"Oh, don't worry about it I walked here. I um, had kind of a rough night? Just stay here and I will be right ba-back. Don't you worry!" I told her as I walked back into the club to grab my stuff I had stashed under a table.

Harpers P.O.V.

So Zayn was the delirious crazy kind of drunk. I could not believe I was about to drive Zayn Malik to a hotel in my car. And after all that had happened with my boyfriend... well ex-boyfriend. Where is his car though? I mean he IS Zayn Malik, why would he walk here? And no offense but when I saw him he kind of looked like crap. Maybe something happened with his girlfriend Jaime? They were posted everywhere in the papers and magazines and I could tell Zayn was not happy with her. My thoughts were interrupted as I turned around.

A few minutes later Zayn came stumbling out of the club holding a duffle bag and looking very pale. I felt so bad for him. He didn't deserve this. I could almost guarantee that it was his girlfriend that was the problem.

"Hey th-thanks so much for doing this, I really don't know what I would have done without you!" Zayn told me as we walked back to my car that was parked a little ways away. I unlocked it and Zayn got in throwing his big bag in the back and sitting in the passenger seat.

"Soooo this sure is a nice little bug. Yellow is very suiting for such a pretty girl." Zayn was definitely drunk. He was complimenting my little yellow bug while mumbling something else under his breath.

"Um, thanks. So what hotel do you want to go to? Is that one up the street ok?" I asked Zayn as he stared out the window suddenly frowning. I turned the car on and started driving up to where there were a few hotels.

"Yeah I don't really care. Wherever I can crash for the night."

"Ok well here we are." It was such a short drive that we probably could have walked, but I didn't want my car getting a ticket being parked on the main street. I pulled Zayn's bag out for him and then mine and walked into the hotel with Zayn. It was pretty busy so we had to wait in the lobby for the person at the front desk to be ready for us.