1D Interracial Preferences

How You Meet (Zayn)

      Unlike all your other friends the club scene was not for you, you were just feeling so awkward and out of place, anyone from a mile away could easily spot the fact that you hated it here. You only agreed to come because after weeks of studying for finals your friends felt you deserved a break and personally you thought so too but it was apparent that you and your friends had different ideas of what a break meant. After declining several guys’ attempts to "dance" with you, you retreat back to the bar in search of a drink and a seat. As you scan the room you notice a few empty seats at the bar with just a few bar stragglers left, you decided to just take the seat closest to the exit in case you have to make a break for it. Every now and then you spot your friends dancing with some guys with them making a small gesture towards you. Eventually you grow tired of people watching and grabbed your stuff. As you walked toward your friend to let her know you're leaving you observe a striking beautiful man standing near her.                                                                                                                    "Oh Y/N!” y/f's/n says, instantly you notice how slurred how speech sounds, "This is Zayn, he's in a band" she "whispers" before laughing out loud.                                                                               '        

"Hello", you say in a quiet voice, you tended to shy away from guys and guys never really paid too much attention to you anyway, after years of being ignored you concluded that it was probably due to your appearance. You had the unfortunate experience of men either reducing you to nothing or fetishizing you, you vividly remember one, where the guy introduced you as his chocolate mama to his friends.                                                                                                                                          

Hey beautiful", he says scanning your body up and down, making you squirm (inside of course) and want to retreat to the nearest exit. Figuring that this was just your friend’s hook up for the night you lean over to tell her that you were leaving and to be careful.                                                                                        As the cold New York air hit your skin you immediately regret your decision to leave early, but continue to make your way towards your car. However you soon hear someone following you and quickly feel a sinking feeling in your stomach, you knew your odds as a woman and add in the fact that you were black the chances right now looked slim. Turning around to face your potential attacker you yell,                                                                                                                                                                   "I HAVE MACE!” praying that was enough to stop you potential attacker as you sped up your pace towards the car, watching the figure come to an abrupt stop.                                                                        

 "I'm sorry if I startled you". The voice sounded familiar but you couldn't match a face to it. As the figure got closer you realized that it was the guy your friend introduced to you earlier.                                    

"Oh it's just you". You say breathing a sigh of relief. "Look if you lost y/f's/n she's still inside". You say having unlocked your car.             

"No I was looking for you; I never got your name". Zayn admitted.                                                               

"It's Y/N", you say as you sit your stuff in the car and walk over to the driver's side.

"Well you ran out so fast I didn't get the chance to ask you if maybe you wanted to go out sometime. He says.

“Yeah, I would love to". You said watching his face light up.

"Great". He says as you two exchange numbers and set up a date. As you drive away you still see him standing on the curb and suddenly realize that maybe going to the club wasn't such a mistake after all.