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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12. Silly little songs

~Zayn~

The next morning I woke up stretching, to feel if she was still there.I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not. My fingers stretched out and I didn't feel anything, Sitting bolt upright I looked around my room. Her shoes and dress were still on the bottom of my bed. I sighed getting up and pulling on a pair of my old sweatpants. I opened the guestroom door slowly to see Niall and Irina sleeping with the twin beds pushed together. She wasn't downstairs either I would have seen her when I was walking along the hall way that lead around close to the other rooms. The sun room had been closed off last night because I didn't want people sneaking off into my rooms. That is where I found her, sitting on the big chair that hung from the ceiling and holding one of the guy's guitars and playing the same tune while humming along to it. I picked up the triangle that was on the table behind her and hit a few times along with beat. "Morning", she smiled turning towards me before she put the guitar down, and patting the spot next to her for me to come sit. I walked over slowly sitting behind her, she moved sitting back in my lap as I put my arms around her waist. Her head was leaning back now in the dip where my shoulder and my neck met. "Morning" I sighed. I could sit here like this for the rest of my life. Just sitting, never moving, growing old together in this chair, just holding her.

~Meredith~

I woke up before him, he was busy snoring away laying on his bed. I had stolen all the blankets last night. He looked so cold there in just his boxers. I wonder what he is dreaming about to make him smile in his sleep.....

((In case that sounded as confusing as it did when I read it again, when Zayn is having his moment on the chair with Emily (or Meredith) it is just him dreaming about it))
 

~Zayn~

My nose woke up first, smelling food coming from the kitchen. I hadn't really eaten much yesterday and I was starving. I rolled over hearing my back crack, my shoulder hit a small note that had been left on my bed saying:
"Hey, if you're reading this it means the smell of food woke your lazy butt up, ha ha ha ha just kidding. But I have to run soon. Talk to you later?

Emily

Oh and PS I have your sweatshirt, if you ever want to see it alive again you might just have to come find me, er I mean it"

The 'i' in Emily had been written, not with a dot but with a heart. Maybe she is still here! I jumped up out of bed pulling on a pair of pajama pants and running down the stairs.But she wasn't there. It was just Niall heating up some of the food Emily and Irina had left for us. 

"Hey Zayn" he said in between mouthfuls of eggs and waffles. "Hey Niall" I replied poring myself a cup of coffee. 

"Did you and Emily have a good night last night?" he raised an eyebrow at me lifting his head from the plate of food. "Nah, well I mean I had a good night, but it'd not like that with Emily. We cleaned up after the party, I went outside for a smoke and when I came back in she was already asleep in one of my sweatshirts on my side of the bed, I just fell asleep next to her....", I started spacing out thinking about Emily. As I realized what I was doing I snapped back into reality and asked, "But how was your night?". Niall looked down at his food, "We didn't do anything either. We jut kind of talked and kissed. It is almost like how'd you see people in junior high (middle school) who were dating. It wasn't bad at all, it was fun and refreshing. She is different. I think I might be falling for her..." he trailed off, just as I had when I was talking about Emily. 

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