If You Stay » Zarry Kid Fic ✔

Part 1

Zayn was sitting in the park around 12 noon one Sunday afternoon. He was reading a magazine when suddenly someone toppled over in his lap and knocked the book down to the ground. "What the hell?" He asked.

He was shocked to see curly hair sprawled out in front of him.

"Excuse me, sir? What are you doing?"

The guy looked up confused. "I... I'm on my knees?" Then he laughed hysterically and face palmed as if he'd found the answer to his question all of a sudden. "Oh, I'm on my knees. I've done this before." And he reached for the zipper of Zayn's pants grazing his fingertips across his crotch.

Zayn jumped up, making the man fall to the ground and he looked at Zayn as if he'd hurt him.

"I thought you wanted me to-"

"No, I don't even know you."

"But if you don't know me, why'd you ask me to do it?" His words were slurred.

"I didn't."

"Then why am I on my knees?"

"You fell on me." He reached down and picked his magazine up. "Not because I asked you to."

"Oh, I get it. You don't think I'm any good at it, do you? I'll have you know I've done it before. This isn't my first time."

Zayn's eyes went wide and the palms of his hands became itchy. "Sir, I think you've had a little too much to drink."

"A little too much to drink?" The man laughed. "If I had too much to drink, would I know my name is Victor?"

Zayn shrugged because he wasn't sure what a person knew when they were extremely drunk. He'd never been that drunk before. "I think... I think you should go home. What's your street address?"

It took the man a minute to form the desired phrase, but he finally did as he stumbled over his words and got them out. Zayn was surprised and relieved by his reply.

"We're in luck. That's literally just around the corner." That's when Zayn figured he must have wandered there from home. "Alright, come on Victor. Let's get up then. I should get you home before you hurt yourself."

He helped the man up and he went willingly with Zayn as he led him to his car. It didn't even take one minute to get there. He helped the man get out and they walked up to the door. Victor tried his house key but it wouldn't fit in the key hole. So Zayn tried it next, thinking it was just Victor's screwed up mental faculties getting the best of him. It still wouldn't fit.

"Is anybody here already, who can let you in?"

He nodded. "Liam is here."

Zayn sighed in relief. "Good. We'll knock then." He put his knuckles to the door and waited patiently. A few seconds later, a woman answered the door.

"Hi. I came to bring him home..."

"Home? He doesn't live here. He lives two condos down and it's a fucking shame that he's drunk... Again!" And she slammed the door in their faces.

"What's up her ass?" Victor asked and Zayn dragged him away two doors down.

When they got there, Zayn was going to suggest that he try his key again. But the door was cracked open about five inches, so they went on inside. He didn't have to ask if that was Victor's house, because he could just about tell when he saw two empty liquor bottles on the counter and a broken one on the floor.

"I hope Liam doesn't mind me taking you home." Zayn hesitated, scared that it might be a boyfriend or a husband or maybe a brother who would probably find delight in getting to kick his ass.