The One Night Stand

Chapter Two

"Dude, back the fuck up before you do something you're really going to regret." Zayn snaps over the pounding club music to a drunken male that was basically throwing himself at Zayn. Not something that Zayn found attractive. Zayn and Aaron had come here together a few hours ago, but Zayn assumed that Aaron had run off to a different part of the club with his girlfriend. Leaving Zayn to tend for himself as he was being violated.

"Come on baby." The man slurs. "We can have some fun."

This caused Zayn to feel more than uncomfortable. "Dude lay off." Zayn repeats, shoving the male away which Zayn then regretted because he had earned himself a full cup of alcohol spilled all over his shirt. The drunken man staggers away in a fit of laughter with the cup still in his hand.

"Are you kidding me?" Zayn complains as some people stop and stare but soon continuing to dance and grind on each other. Zayn huffs and travels past sweaty bodies towards the restrooms with nothing but fuming anger.

"Fucking drunks." Zayn mutters to himself as she shoves the restroom door open only to see that no one else was in the room besides another male using the urinal. Zayn ignores the man and gives him his privacy by heading straight towards the sink to look himself in the mirror.

He looked somewhat presentable but he wasn't complaining. The male at the urinal had finished his business and headed to the sink beside Zayn. Zayn grabs a handful of paper towel and begins to dab at the alcohol on his shirt.

"Rough night?" The stranger asks as he begins to wash his hands.

"Pretty much, just got a full cup of what I think is rum and coke spilt all over me." Zayn complains as he continues to rub and dab at the site of the alcohol spill. Zayn looks up from his shirt and looks to the mirror only to see that the stranger was surprisingly handsome. Hot, but handsome, like he was royalty and held importance. He had dark brown hair that made his eyes look like they were shimmering, really nice shoulders that made him look muscular, which was quiet obvious because the shirt he was wearing was hugging his body in the right ways which caused Zayn to mentally drool over the strange man. As for the pants they were a dark coloured jean that complimented his shirt.

"That blows." The man says sounding slightly sorry. Zayn tosses the crinkled paper towel into the trash before turning to the man. "Nah, it's a regular thing." Zayn chuckles. "But you are?" Zayn starts.

"Oh, sorry- where are my manners? I'm Liam." The man known as Liam introduces himself to Zayn, holding his hand out. Zayn flicks an eyebrow up in interest and nods.

"I'm, Zayn. Nice to meet you, Liam." Zayn smirks as he shakes Liam's hand. "Same goes to you." Liam nods as he pulls his hand away from Zayn's.

Zayn had noticed that Liam's hands were slightly bigger than his which he was not complaining about.

"So Zayn, would you like to get a drink?" Liam asks, soon smirking deviously as he notices a small blush rising to Zayn's cheeks. "I'd love to." Zayn nods. Zayn had noticed that Liam's eyes were slightly red and puffy so Liam had to be getting buzzed.

"Then come on." Liam smiles happily as he reaches for Zayn's hand, interlocking their fingers as they exited the bathroom hand in hand. Liam had led them to the VIP area upstairs that had a view of whole dance floor.

Zayn thought that Liam was pulling a fast one but he was slightly thrown back when the VIP security had let them through. The first question that flew into Zayn's mind was; who was this man?

"I've never been up here before." Zayn admits shyly as he walks by booths of people sharing laughter and conversation, some even having their tongues down each other's throats.