The One Night Stand

Chapter One

Nothing but shots, bar fights and sloppy makeouts is what Zayn's weekends consisted of. Well, most of the time. Some days he'd be too shit faced to even get up in the morning and yes, I bet you're wondering how he manages to keep himself alive. Well after becoming close with his, who Zayn considers his brother, Aaron Quinn- Zayn's been living with him for about four years. Zayn hasn't got a job, well anything he considers a job. But from what Aaron tells him. Being a small time artist is helping with the bills. So all in all; Aaron and Zayn are living somewhat steady lives.

"Zayn get up dude, I have to leave in two minutes and someone has to go put the trash on the curb." Aaron rushes as he rids Zayn from his comforter and tossing it on the ottoman at the end of the bed, soon hurrying into the restroom.

"Fuck off." Zayn mutters as he buries his face into his pillow soon finding comfort once again. But that was quickly replaced with utter shock once he feels a few ounces of cold water being spilled on the back of his head, trickling through his scalp and onto the pillow. Zayn quickly reacts and sits straight up.

"What the hell, man?" Zayn complains as he attempt to rid the water by quickly running his fingers through his now soaked hair. Not much can be done from here to save his hair.

"Get up and go put the trash on the curb." Aaron demands before storming for the door.

"I swear to God It's like baby sitting a fucking five year old."

That's the last thing Zayn heard before Aaron disappeared down the hall. Zayn sighs in defeat and slips from his bed, soon hearing the front door slamming shut. Zayn scoffs to himself as the thought of why didn't Aaron take for trash out once he had left, crossed his mind.

"Unbelievable." Zayn breaths as he enters the restroom, quickly grabbing a towel from the closet just behind the door. Zayn sets the waters temperature and strips down to his briefs. He turns his attention towards the mirror and stares himself up and down.

Nothing seemed to bother Zayn about his looks because Zayn knew for a fact that he looked like a Greek God. He had been told many times through Facebook, parties and even a fair number of Snapchats. He's even admitted it to himself in the mirror a few times.

Zayn quickly hops into the hot shower and feels the blissful effect that seemed as though it were untying twisted muscles and kinks in his neck, arms, back and chest. Zayn lets of a sigh of relief and lets the nights stress rinse away into the drain.
A few minutes later Zayn finds himself rummaging around in his dressers for a lazy outfit to wear, which was basically a black t-shirt with basketball shorts. When Zayn was finally changed he went and scouted out the house for any wrappers or pop cans that could be hiding. Once he had everything bagged and ready to be set on the curb he slipped on his shoes and was out the door. Luckily Zayn caught the garbage truck just at the next house past his, so he gladly handed the garbage collector the trash bags and soon enough was on his way home.

"Daddy." Zayn mutters to himself soon laughing, nearly a reminder or more of a highlight. A few nights ago Zayn had met this guy who had this kink, it wasn't a weird one it was actually quiet common. The guy liked being called daddy. Different right? But Zayn thought it didn't suit the guy so he found it utterly hilarious. He thought a man with a more dominate build and vibe could only hold the enjoyment of being called daddy; someone rugged, rough but very soft at heart.

Zayn had spent the most of his day working out and watching some television. Most of the time Zayn didn't enjoy doing much. The one thing he liked doing more than anything was kicking back and listening to music in bed letting the day pass him by.

Zayn comes trudging into his home a sweaty mess. He had gone for a run that was a few miles too long. His legs were killing him at this point. He rarely went running so he assumed he pushed himself past his limits, but he was told that pushing your limits would give you greater results- it was bullshit. He thought pushing yourself just drives you into more searing pain.

He rids himself of his shoes and pulls out the earbuds from his ears, shoving them into his pocket soon disappearing into the kitchen. He chugs down a couple cups of water before finding himself in his bedroom. It was only three o'clock and Zayn didn't find that too pleasing. He wanted ten o'clock to strike more sooner so he could head out and waste the night. But unfortunately, that had to wait.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

Is all Zayn heard from the front door. He quickly jogs himself down the stairs and he opens the door to see a little girl with a Girl Scouts uniform, his first instinct was that she was obviously selling cookies.

"Hello sir, are you interested in buying some cookies for my groups fundraiser?" The little blonde girl asks politely. Zayn had to admit she was pretty adorable and couldn't disagree to someone like this so he complied and bought three boxes of cookies; two being snicker doodles and one home style chocolate chip.

"Thank you sir, have a nice day."

"You're welcome, have a nice day." Zayn smiles happily.

The little girl smiles before turning and running back to her mother and a little wagon full of different selections of cookies. Zayn waves to the little girl and her mother as they continue their way down the street to the next house. Zayn always dreamed about having a family, but sadly there were no winning contenders to share the privilege of having a family. He always daydreamed about finding the perfect guy; tall, muscular, smart, and really outgoing. And Zayn was aware that those were the traits that everyone looked for, but he didn't think that it was a cliché to be worried about, or anyone had to be worried about for that matter.

Zayn lets off a long sigh before closing the door and placing the items on the little shelf beside the door. He didn't want to scarf down cookies after a workout so he thought he'd save them for a special occasion or after dinner, even though they are only Girl Scout cookies he treated them with speciality because they were bought for a good cause.

Zayn heads into the kitchen only to leave it empty handed, he heads straight for the cookies and grabs the chocolate chip cookies.

"Oh well." He says to himself before loafing onto the couch and turning on the television.

There was always a next time for Girl Scout cookies.

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