It always starts with one drink

I met Zayn Malik at a pub when I was 18, and he has been my life ever sense. I wouldn't have it any other way and I'm happy to be falling in love next to my best friends and "the boys". I want to have that happy ending, even if this all started with one drink.

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~Zayn's POV~

Me and Niall went to the gym today. I had to train for my boxing match and Niall wanted to come and swim. When we ran into Emily and Irina was happy to see her again, Niall even seemed to take fancy to Irina. She was pretty, but nothing compared to Emily. Me and Niall went our separate ways after changing. I went to box and I think Niall went to play Basketball. As far as I remember Niall is no good at Basketball, but I'm sure that wasn't going to stop him. The Basketball court was right below the track where Irina & Emily were going to be. Nice one Niall, real smooth. This should be entertaining, maybe I will go watch. 

 

~Meredith's POV~

Irina was still laughing at me when we walked up to the track. Niall was down on the courts shooting hoops. He saw Irina, stopped moving and waved at her. A little boy, I think he was about ten years old grabbed the ball from Niall, scored on the other side and blew a kiss in our direction. Irina giggled and waved at the little boy, looking back over at Niall and putting her thumbs up and grinning really widely, before she put her earphones in and started running. I can't run on the track for very long because it is very uneven, so I walked back down about fifteen minutes later to go to the weight room. On the way there I found an open door that lead down to a boxing room. There was one sided windows all along, probably for changing before a match or for people who bet a lot of money on the guys fighting. Speed bags and punching bags hung from the walls, with some mats and a couple weight benches. A boxing ring had been set up in the middle of the room as well. That is where I saw Zayn, standing in the middle of the ring with some guy who had 'hook and jab pads' on his hands. Zayn stood there next to him, hitting the pads on the guys hands. As each minute passed Zyan's hits seemed to get harder and faster causing the man to back up each time Zayn's fist made contact with the pads. "Good job Zayn, when is your next match? If you keep training like this I might just have to start betting on you to win", Zayn patted the guy on the back making him stumble. They we walking towards me now, still chatting about something. I wasn't going to wait up to hear what they were talking about. I ran out of the door and started walking down the hallway, "Thanks Tony, I'll see you tomorrow. Same time right?", his voice echoed through the hallway. I put in my earphones, turned up the music and walked back down the hall towards him.  We bumped shoulders but I tried to keep walking. But he grabbed my shoulder making me turn and look at him, "Emily, hey". Pulling out my earphones I looked up at him, "Zayn?" I raised my eyebrows. "Well I was wondering if.. um do you want to come to my party. It's Friday night. You could even bring Irina along with you... if you wanted" he tried to hard to sound like he didn't care if I didn't show up, but it came out as nervous and caring. "I might stop by", I replied quickly. Putting my ear-buds in again as I walked away from him and towards the locker room. 

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