The One Night Stand (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Fourteen - Wild Party

Zayn saw what all the fans wrote, it took him about half an hour to calm me down and tell me to ignore them. It was hard though, I do have millions of people hating me. I probably would of cried longer but Harry came in and yelled "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!"  I couldn't help but laugh at how excited he was.

Later that night, I sat in my bedroom waiting for Zayn in my party clothes. I found something that hid my tummy a bit - no point I know, but I feel a little bit better. I have no idea who is going to be at this party. The boys of course and Ashley, but who else? Eleanor might be, sadly I don't think Danielle will be, I'm devastated after her and Liam's break-up. But what ever their reasons, you have to respect them. Andy and Maz might be there, it will be nice to see them again.

"Lea, Zayn's here!" Ashley calls to me. I leave my room and wander down the hall to the front door. Zayn stood there in a simple shirt and jeans. I'm basically matching him, but my top is lose and has a paten on it. We smile at each other then he embraces me in a hug.

"It's going to be ok," He says as if reading my mind.

"Alright you lovebirds, it's good that you're together and all but stop being to mushy!" Ashley says from behind us,

"Ash, you can't talk." I reply. She sighs and starts to push me and Zayn out the door.

"I would like to get to this party today, you know." I roll my eyes at her. Zayn takes my hand and leads me to his car. The boys are already there but Zayn agreed to pick me and Ashley up. Such a gentlemen.

The car journey didn't take that long, we were going to Funky Buddha. When we got close enough, I could see that the outside was packed. Harry was one popular guy. These people were rather loud as well.

"Oh no..." Zayn sighed from beside me.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

"Fans and paps have found out where we are tonight," I look at the people again closely. They are teenagers with banners and cameras. The older people held cameras and tape recorders.

My palms suddenly got really sweaty, and my heart beat sped up. I don't know why I was getting so nervous about this. 

"Isn't there a back entrance?" Ashley asks and Zayn shakes his head.

Great, we're going to have to walk through that. There is some secretiy, but not a lot.

Zayn parks the car a safe distance away from the swarm of people. I take a deep breath and let it out. As soon as our feet touched the concrete, fans notice us. The last thing I see is a crowd of people running towards me before I'm being yanked forward. I'm being led straight into the heap of fans and paps, trying to dodge a few arms that are flying around in the air.

I soon find myself out of breath and with a stitch. When I pop my head up, I realize that we are inside the club. It is a lot less crowded in here then it is out there. My hand is still in the tight grip of Zayn's. I turn to Zayn and he is looking right at me.

"You ok?" He asks, I nod and fold myself in his arms.

We find the boys at the bar having a drink. I was right, Andy, Maz and Eleanor are here.

"We herd the fans outside, are you guys ok?" Harry asks, pulling Ashley to his side.

"We're fine." I say, giving them all a reassuring smile. "Andy," I sight. "When ever I see you, you're always in a MYBOX t-shirt. Don't you own anything else?"

Andy laughs at me. "Nope." He smiles.

After a few drinks of coke, I tell Zayn I need the loo. The ladies room it pretty full, it is just girls dressed in slutty clothes and hoping to get with someone famous tonight. As I enter, they all glare at me, some whisper. No doubt they know about me and Zayn. I walk over to a cubical and lock my self in it, sitting on the toilet. Soon the noise in the toilets picks back up.

I feel like one of those girls in high school who have been bulled all her life and the toilet is the only escape.

After about ten minutes of hiding, I decide to go back out. No one is in here anymore, just one girl who is re doing her make-up, but she pays no attention to me. I push open the door and step out. As soon as I do, a hand grabs my arm and I'm pulled to the wall. I look up to the see who pulled me.

Alex Peters.

"Alex." I gasp.

"Hello, Lea."  There was a weird look in his eye.

"How... how did you get in here?" I ask.

"I know a few people..."

When he said that, I began to feel scared. My heart rated picked up and my breathing quickened.

"Why are you here?" I ask.

"To get you back."

"Get me back?" I laugh, suddenly feeling a bit calmer. "You never had me in the first place."

I roll my eyes and begin to walk away from him.

"I lost my job for you, Lea!" He yelled at me. I freeze. Everything fits into place right now. I turn on him, anger in my eyes.

"It was you!" I yell. "You told the press about my pregnancy!" That is why he didn't want to be named, do he wouldn't get fired from the hospital. But they must of found out.

"Well... yeah." He says, as if it was nothing.

"Why the hell would you do that!" I scream at him.

"To be with you."

I had to take deep breaths to calm myself down, I was so tempted to hit him.

"Lea?" A familiar voice rings in my ears behind me. I turn around to see Zayn approaching me. As soon as he reached me I knot my hand in his. "What’s wrong?"

"Hello, Zayn." Alex answers for me. Zayn's grip on my hand tightens at the sound at his voice.

"Alex." Zayn's voice is strained, his teeth shut together and his lips didn't move. I could tell he was angry. "I don't remember inviting you."

Alex shrugs. "I made my own way in." 

"Alex, tell him what you did." I say.

"What did he do?" I can feel Zayn's eyes on me, but I don't remove mine from Alex's.

"I told the press about you pregnancy." Alex just came out and said it, like he didn't care about the consequences.

We had gathered a crowd by now, the boys were watching, their mouths open in shock for what Alex just said.

Zayn let go of my hand and walked over to Alex. My breathing picked up again, afraid of what Zayn was going to do.

It all happened too fast. 

Zayn raised his right hand, his finger balled up into a fist. Before I could stop him it all ready happened. Alex was on the floor cradling his nose from the punch Zayn had just given him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are!" Zayn yells at him. "You had no fucking right to do that!"

Before Zayn could hit him again, the boys pulled him away, struggling a bit. I ran over to help. I placed both of my hands on Zayn cheeks, look him straight in the eyes.

"Zayn," I whisper. "Zayn, calm down ok!"

Here is the next chapter for you guys, hope you like it! Guess what… only a month till Christmas!! I’m excited, I don’t know about you guys.

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