Zayn Malik's Long Lost Sister (Unedited)

49. The Club

So, apparently the real reason Zayn had wanted me to come to the club this weekend was because it was-

"Gay night?" I ask, reading a large neon sign above the bar. My eyes averted around the room and saw a few couples sucking faces, eating each others tongues whole.

"Like I would actually bring you to a club to pick up a guy?" Zayn shouts over the noise of the music. Perrie had disappeared to find her father, suspecting he was in his office. "Make friends! A gay man is a ladies greatest companion."

"What about a lesbian?" I ask.

"That's against my better judgment because they will flirt with you shamelessly in a club, but you know what you like. If you want a lesbian friend, by all means!" Zayn spreads his arms toward everyone dancing and drinking in the club.

I looked around again, but a moment later, I was pushed toward the ground by someone heading toward the exit. This place was so crowded.

I got to my hand and knees, ready to push myself up, but when I did, my head ended up under the dress of another girl who was dancing with her female partner.

"Holy shit." She curses as I fall back toward the floor, kicking myself away from her with a horrified expression.

"I'm sorry! I was only trying to get up!" I apologized, carefully getting to my feet. "I didn't mean-"

"Hey, doll." The same girl interrupts me. "I wasn't complaining. No harm done." She sends me a wink as her partner smirks, the other woman's hat was turned around, her tattoos upon her neck made her look jail-released.

I turned away from them in hopes of seeing Zayn, but I couldn't find him.

Shit.

I shouted for him, calling his name but each attempted was easily swallowed by the sound of the harsh basing music. Everyone that surrounded close enough to me would look my way, staring. I felt uncomfortable on my own, so I began to walk away from the numerous clusters of grinding bodies.

I was pushed and shoved around like a sack of nothing more than meat. I was thrown against a table, something I was looking for with a booth surrounding the opposite half, but my relief was short lived because it was rather occupied. Two men, total opposites in looks, we're touching each others thighs as they look to me expectingly for interrupting their conversation. The few others that were seated beside them looked uninterested sexually to the rest of their own group, scoping what the dance floor revealed.

"Sorry." I quickly apologize. I turn myself away, but one of the young gay affectionate men called out.

"Hey, wait," He says, I turn myself around to see if he was talking to me. He was. "Come, sit down."

"Oh, no. Thank you, but its really okay. I need-"

"I insist." He says sweetly.

"Oh....Kay." I say slowly. I sat at the edge of the booth, everyone here was watching me carefully. There was a woman with an Indian glow to her skin, a light brown color. Her long straight hair was nearly black and it seemed natural that way. She wore a sleeveless shirt that was obviously cut unprofessionally, her hot pink hat glowing in the lighting that flashed around. She leaned her elbow on the table, peering closer to me.

"Hi," She begins in a perfectly rich english accent. "I'm Solana."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Marley." I answer.

"Enjoying your night?" Solana asks.

"I only just got here." I said with a shrug. "I lost my brother and his girlfriend."