Double Take - A Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Chapter 2 - First Encounter

Chapter 2

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

I stand in front of our large entrance way mirror, and sigh, watching as my green eyes blink carefully at my appearance. Slowly I find myself wondering back to the day I had first met Zayn. I don’t know why I do, but I cant help myself, going over ever second of the night. Every second that Zayn has probably forgotten all about. It was months before Olivia announced their relationship. This day I would surely never forget. The day I found out how big of a sleaze Zayn really is. Well I guess at the time he wasn’t technically being sleazy, considering he was single.

I let out a sigh, shivering as my mind is engulfed with the thought.

　

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I gasped, “Olive, that’s One Direction.” I pulled on her satin sleeve and bit my lip achingly.

“Scar, you need to keep calm, otherwise I wont take you to these kind of things.” she hissed, tearing away from me.

“But---” I stopped, awing a bit over them standing before me, “but they’re perfect.” I gasped, shaking my head.

My eyes were locked on the five boys. But one in particular.

Zayn.

His hair lifted into his signature neatly done quiff, I chewed on my lip watching as he smiled for a couple of pictures.

Sure, they were all beautiful. Flawless actually; Harry, with his unruly curls, falling slightly over his piercing green eyes. Liam, with his showingly protective character, always watching out for the boys. Louis, never failing to put a smile on your face with his adorable humour. Niall, grinning wildly at all times, cheeky and cheesy and absolutely lovable.

And then him.

Zayn.

The moment I laid eyes on that boy, he was chewing intently on his full lips, dressed in a black suit, smiling at the camera, but somewhere far off, thinking of something else. He had been the one to catch my eye. I was never really a very big fan of One Direction, I knew their music, and rooted for them on the X-factor, but I wasn’t one of those hardcore fan girls like some were. But I would definitely be the first to admit, they are flawless.

I slowly noticed Olivia was now chatting with a few people, residing by the farther walls. I had been left in the middle of the entrance, standing awkwardly in between the bustle of celebrities. As I made my way over to Olivia, stomping angrily at the fact that she left me to embarrass myself. All in one instant, I began to feel the gravity slip from under me. My knees buckled and I tried desperately to keep myself from tumbling. Suddenly, I realized I was laying on the ground and had spilled my drink across my pallid sequined dress.

“Shit.” I swore, struggling to lift myself onto my six inch heels.

“Need some help, babe?” I heard from behind me, and immediately felt two hands on my sides, lifting me back to my feet. A shiver climbed the lengths of my spine as I felt the motion.

I turned around swiftly and my breath caught lightly. In front of me, stood Zayn Malik.

I wasn’t able to utter a word, I wasn’t a hardcore fan, but I have to admit, I got a little starstruck any time I met a celebrity, let alone one as unblemished as Mr. Malik over here.

I bit my lip and noticed he was doing the same, as his eyes met mine.

“Thank you.” I said, looking down at my dress and groaning, muttering a couple cuss words under my breath at the stain on the white fabric.

“Oh, looks like you need to wash up.” he clicked his tongue and I let out a tiny laugh, running my hand through my hair. You could tell my whole dress smelled of alcohol, and Zayn’s breath matched in scent.

“Yes, looks like it.” I cocked my head and looked back up to him.

“Come with me, I’ll help you.” and with that, I felt myself being pulled outside and in the direction of a large pale grey building with large russet bricks lining the bottom intricately. As we stepped into the building, the bathroom signs came into view. He tugged me towards the one family sized bathroom and locked the door behind us. Slowly, he pulled a few paper towels from the dispenser and turned to me.

“So what’s your name?” he wondered idly as he ran the towels under hot water.

“Scarlett,” I told him, slipping onto the counter top beside the sink where Zayn stood. “I’m Oliv---”

Before I could finish, Zayn was already lifting an eyebrow at me, holding out the soaked paper towel and motioning to my stained dress.

“You know that won’t get an alcohol stain out.” I shook my head, furrowing my brow, and laughing carefully, watching his expression change to one of a quite serious one.

“Oh.” was all he said and suddenly, I felt him coming closer, and then closer. He stood right at eye level, as I was perched on the bathroom counter top. Abruptly, one hand reached out and pushed my hair back slowly, his eyes searching mine leisurely.

“W--what are you d--doing?” I gulped, still watching him, but refusing to turn away.

“Shh,” is all he said and I could nearly feel his lips on mine, though they were still inches apart. His hot breath lingered over my skin, as he brushed his lips against my collar bone and carefully, back up the line of my neck. I couldn’t help but shiver. His lips were so supple, so light. I would give anything to touch them. He grasped my hips, and I quickly thought of how much I would brag to Olivia about my encounter with Zayn Malik. She would surely be jealous that I’ve hooked up, or at least kissed such a crazy celebrity. I would finally have a one up on her. And suddenly, her face flashed in my mind, “rule number one, if a celebrity is trying to get with you, you don’t let them. There’s nothing worse than being a one-night-stand.” I gasp, my breath catching in the back of my throat. I think Zayn took it as a good kind of gasp, a gasp of pleasure. But it wasn’t.

I stopped, pushing him lightly away, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He didn’t know what he was doing. I wasn’t about to hook up with Zayn Malik and have him forget about it, or worse, regret it, when he sobered up. I should have stopped him as soon as he leaned in, he didn’t know me anyways, I would only be nothing more than a forgotten one night stand, like Olivia said, or an intimate kiss with a pretty random at some party he would forget the name of as well. He didn’t know me, and quite frankly, he didn’t know what he was doing.

Even if I didn’t stop him, I would never be anything more in his eyes. I knew that. And he knew that too.

　

　

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