Random: (Zayn Malik fanfic)

Prologue

Some random guy.

Some random night.

For some random reason.

I'm not usually like this; drunk, flirty and 'horny.' I'm not for those one night stands.

But tonight, I felt a bit on the wild side.

My jet black hair was down, cascading down my back. It bounced at every jump I made to the beat of the music. When I'm here, I jump. When I'm alone, I dance.

Random guys would ask me out; I'd turn them down. Random guys would offer me a drink; I'd down the drink, then walk away.

I'm sure the guys would stare at my ass as I strut back to the dance floor; my skin tight, black dress hugging every curve of my body. I was almost a good 5 inches taller, with my black stilettos. Which could easily be my favourite shoes. I find walking in heels simple, since I can dance in them.

I felt more hands grip my waist then I have ever thought would happen. I didn't mind, I guess. I've been single for a while, and it's alright if I grind against a few guys, right?

I threw my hands over my head and laughed, letting all cares rush out of my body and the alcohol enter my blood stream with every sip of my vodka. I spun around to see the man who is, oh so graciously grinding on my ass. But when my eyes connected with his, I felt my whole body go weak.

I'll never forget those brown eyes.

That brown hair with the perfect quiff.

The most defined jawline.

The most beautiful smirk.

I just smiled back, acting as if my whole body wasn't melting. He lent forward, his lips brushing my ear. "All the guys say you're playing hard to get!" It wasn't an exact whisper. He had to yell it over the music.

I nodded, letting my bright red stained lips glide over his ear lobe. "Depends on the guy!" I yelled back. He tugged me closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me. I snaked my arms around his neck, handing my drink off to some by stander.

"What's your name, beautiful?"

"Raven!" I replied. His eyes narrowed, staring at me.

"Suits you," I read from his lips. "Your eyes are so dark...and you're so mysterious." He started closing the gap between us, but I turned away with a huge smirk spread across my lips.

"Not yet," I whispered against his ear again.

We danced for maybe another hour, just grinding and jumping and laughing. He's gotten me a drink, so I was now on my 7th. I'm not a heavy drinker, but I handled alcohol well. This, just as mysterious as me, guy can too. He's downed probably twice as many shots as I have, yet he's acting uneffected.

I put my hand on his shoulder and he leaned closer to me. "It seems that you've forgotten to mention your name!" I yelled to him. He chuckled and blushed to the floor.

"You mean, you don't know who I am?" He cocked his head, furrowing his adorable eyebrows together. "You don't recognise me?"

I shook my head. "Should I?" He shook his head vigorously.

"No no no! It's refreshing!" He took another swig of his drink.

"Just bloody tell me your name!" I chuckled, smacking his chest playfully.

"Just call me Z," he said simply before dragging me to the dance floor.

He gripped my body again as we danced the same as before. He lent down again, and this time I didn't back away. I didn't dodge his lips. I didn't move my head. I let them collide with mine.

Our lips moved perfectly. He must be very experienced with the way his are moving so in sync with mine. He took control and things were getting heated. I disconnected our lips, holding onto his bottom lip for a mere second with my teeth, before pulling away completely.

I moved back up to his ear, kissing underneath it. He ran his hands up and down my sides, leaning down and kissing my collar bone.

"Let's get out of here," he muttered against my skin. I bit my lip lightly, nodding my head. He bit his in return and entwined our fingers.

We left through a back door, running into a parked, black SUV. "Why are you so mysterious?" I asked. He hit the glass that was between us and the driver in front, telling the driver to begin driving. He muttered, "Hotel," up to him.

"What do you mean?" He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"You tell me to call you Z. We left through a back door. We're in a car as if we're in the secret service. What's happening?"

"I'll, uh, explain later." I just shrugged. He slid closer to me, running his hand up my bare thigh lightly. He was nibbling on my neck, making a quiet giggle escape my lips. His mouth met mine as we were approaching some fancy hotel. I was too distracted to notice we were entering through a back way again.

We somehow found our way to his hotel room. He laid me down and kissed me. More desperately and hungrily than I've ever felt a kiss before.

It was addicting.

I just wanted more and more of these mysterious, random, guy's lips.

He was addicting.

And all I want is him.

The kisses kept getting more heated with every second. He started running his hands up and down my thigh, raising the hem of the dress each time. I ran my hands through his perfectly quiffed hair, messing it up only a bit. I bit down on his lip and tore off his dark jacket, followed by his white shirt. Then, I was stripped of my strapless dress.

He started moving down my neck then to my chest. After some kisses and a few love bites, he found my lips again. I let out a moan as he kept kissing and rubbing his whole body onto me.

And that was it.

That was the beginning to this random story.

All because of a random reason.

On a random night.

With a random guy.