Love is Real (Zayn Malik fanfic)

chapter 8

Jasmines P.O.V

Harry and I walked passed the line of people waiting outside the club, and went straight to the man with the list.

"Name." the man stated in a deep voice.

"Harry Styles." Harry said proudly.

The man looked at him and stepped to the side, letting us through. We walked inside and my ears were greeted with Rihannas Where Have You Been. Lights were flashing, and people were dancing everywhere as we cut through the croud making our way to a secluded area in the back of the club. I saw Zayn and Niall talking, and as we approched they looked up and noticed us for the first time.

Zayns P.O.V.

Niall turned to look to the side. I followed his gaze and found myself staring at Jasmine. She looked beautiful. She was wearing a black, shimmery, sleeveless dress that elegantly hugged her curves. Her long dark brown hair was curled loosely at the ends. And her makeup was a simple smokey eye, but her face was practically radiating with beauty.

"Helllo...Zayn. Are you there?" Harry said waving his hand in my face.

"Eh...Yeah." I told him.

A cheeky smile appeared on Harrys' face. He sent me a kissy face and pointed to Jasmine when no one was watching. I rolled my eyes.

Stupid Harry, I thought to myself, Im never gonna hear the end of this.Just then Move, Shake, Drop by the Pitbull and T-Pain came on.

"Oh my gosh!" Jasmine said excited. "I love this song! Let's go dance!" she continued while pushing us in the direction of the dance floor. We mixed in with the crowd and began dancing. Niall was dancing crazy and we eventually lost him, while Harry started to dance with a random girl. Jasmine and I continued to dance. I was shuffling my feet while bobbing my head to the beat, Jasmine however, was dancing like a pro. Her body moved and swayed in harmony to the beat. When she saw me dancing she let out a small laugh.

"I forgot to mention that besides singing, Im also a professional dancer." I told her jokingly.

"I can tell." she said playing along. "Here follow my lead."

She grabbed my hands and together we swayed to the beat. We got closer and closer to each other as we moved to the music. I twirled her around, taking the lead of the dancing. I started dancing how I considered "good" and forced her to dance the same way. She bursted out laughing as we danced as horrible as we could in the middle of the dance floor. The song came to an end and we exited the dance floor, smiles still plastered on our faces, to go get drinks.

Jasmines P.O.V

We exited the dance floor and went to the bar.

"What will you have Jasmine?" Zayn asked me, smiling.

"I'll just have a water." I told him. He nodded, and ordered our drinks slipping the bartender a bill as he did so.

"Hey, I'll be right back." Zayn told me. I nodded and watched him disappear into the crowd. As I waited for our drinks, a man slid into the seat next to me.

"Hey," he said with a smile. "I'm Jake."

"Hey." I said back, in a dissmissive tone. I didn't want to sound mean, but I really didn't feel like talking to him.

"I couldn't help but notice you, a beautiful girl sitting here all by herself." he told me.

"I'm not alone." I informed him.

"Well not anymore, I came here to change that." he said putting his hand over mine. I quickly slid my hand out from under his.

"Hey, don't be like that." he said, " Don't worry I'll know how to show you a good time." he said sliding closer to me. I placed my hand on his chest to push him back.

"Oooo, fiesty." he said pulling me close to him.

"Get off of me." I told him, struggling in his grip.

"I don't think I want to, and I don't think you really want me to either." he said smiling. I continued to struggle before being interupted by Zayn.

"She said to get off." Zayn said in an aggressive tone, staring straight into Jakes' eyes.

"Whoa, this doesn't concern you mate." Jake said.

"I think it does." Zayn said in the same aggressive tone, pushing him off of me. "And I suggest you leave."

Jake glared at Zayn, but got the message and left.

"Thanks." I told Zayn as he slid in Jakes seat. He sent me a goofy smile as he picked up his drink and took a long sip.

"You know, the party feeling is gone," Zayn told me after he sipped his drink. "Do you want to get out of here?" he asked me.

"Yeah." I said smiling. We exited to the club and was greeted by the cool, crisp nighttime air.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked Zayn as we walked side by side down the street. He thought a moment, then smiled.

"I've got an idea." he said with a smile, before taking my hand. A blush rose to my cheeks as we continued to walk down the quiet street.

I have no idea where we're going, I thought to myself. But as long as it's with Zayn, I don't even care.