Mine (Book-1)

~Chapter 29~

[Song for the chapter:
Bad- Billie Eilish (cover)]

Zayn's P.O.V

Thank god I got out of that awkward situation. I take out my phone to check the time then put it back inside without even seeing the time. I realize what I just did and groaning, I take it out again. My vision's blurry, but I can kind of make out the time.

Still looking at my phone, I make my way to the washroom. In my way some dude was giving out free drinks, I grabbed a few and gulped them down.

I have no idea how many drinks I've had since I came in, but I can't see properly. I wait outside the men's room when a blurry figure comes out of nowhere.

"Hey, handsome." She says. I can make out her dress- She's wearing a silver dress showing most of her cleavage which stood just above her knees.

She has blonde hair, it reminds me of Tori. She kind of looks like Tori, since I wasn't really paying attention to her face.

"What-" I say.

"Wanna have some fun?" She says, Now I can make out her eyes, they're blue.

"I have a girl waiting for me." I say, still can't focus on her face.

"Whatever-" She says and grabs my phone, "Call me when she's gone. Which I'm sure she will be."

She types something on my phone and hands it back. She inches closer to me, and kisses me on the cheek, digging her long nails in my neck.

She strides away, and I don't bother checking my phone.

Just then some boy comes out of the washroom reminding me what I was actually here for. I slide my phone in my pocket and go inside.

Tori's P.O.V

All this has been going inside his mind and he really didn't bother telling me? If he hadn't been drunk today there was a possibility he would've never told me, he really doesn't look like a person who expresses his feelings a lot.

I sigh as I go back to where I was sitting earlier and wait for Zayn to come back. I'd get another drink but I'm not really in the mood. I see Zayn coming my way, he sits next to me and glances at me.

"You wanna go back to my place?" He whispers to me, tugging a piece of my hair behind my ear.

I just give him a small nod, not really in the mood to talk. He takes ahold of my wrist and leads me out of the place. As we step outside a gush of wind hits my face as I start to look around. I'm not really sure what or who I'm looking for. My eyes find a pair of brown ones. I see Ian leaning against the wall of the building smoking a cigarette.

Zayn pulls me away as Ian's eyes follow us. Zayn is way more drunk than I am so, I thought I'd drive.

"Do you want me to drive?" I ask him as we get closer to where we left the car.

"Nah, I'm sober enough to drive." He replies.

"Are you?" I question him further.

"I washed my face earlier, so yeah I am," He says as he stops and looks at me, "you don't have to worry about me."

He goes around the car and holds open the door for me, as I slide in he closes it and gets in his own seat.

Zayn starts up the car before driving away. We spent the whole car ride in comfortable silence, as he subtly stole glances at me.

"Stop it." I groan playfully.

"I'm not even doing anything." Zayn stifles his laugh.

"Stop looking at me." I smile at him.