One. Good. Mistake. *Zayn Malik Love*

Figuring out she had a one-night stand with Zayn Malik, a band member of One Direction, Charlie is then told she must go on tour with the band for her magazine internship.
But Zayn doesn't make it easy for Charlie to forget that night or him, no matter what Charlie does.

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6. ::Chapter Six::

[CHAPTER SIX]

“So, you didn’t get fired for throwing coffee into the face of Zayn Malik?” Rae repeated her question for the fifth time.

I laid my head back onto my couch, “Surprisingly no. He just left but told Anita not to fire me, because he deserved it, which I totally agree with, Rae.”

“It’s not his fault that you let him take your V card, Charlie,” Rae reminded me. “You weren’t that drunk so you kind of willingly let it happen and you can’t blame him forever too.”

“Rae, you know how bad I am with alcohol,” I moaned, rubbing my forehead.

Rae coughed on the other end of the line, “First off, you were the one who had the beer, and if you know you stink with it, it isn’t his fault you still had it.”

“Dammit Rae, I was just so stressed…but you’re right, like always.” I turned my head, looking out the window, knowing the day after tomorrow; I wouldn’t be here for weeks. “You know, it is fun messing with a pop star of a pop band, it doesn’t happen often.”

Rae giggled, “That is very true, but don’t go too far with him, Char.”

I stiffened, “Don’t call me that, you know I hate that nickname. Oh and um Rae, I’m gonna need you to stay at my apartment.”

“My bad and why?” Rae asked, coughing quietly in the background.

“Well because I’m basically going on tour with the band, to write something for the magazine, and I’m not going to be back for a month or two,” I meekly replied, waiting for her outburst.

“A MONTH OR TWO, CHARLIE!?” There it is. “HELL YEAH, I’LL DO IT, CAN I HAVE YOUR JOB TOO?” Rae eagerly yelled into the phone.

Not what I was expecting. “Um, sure? Wow, thanks, Rae.”

“Anytime, I love where you live, but seriously, don’t kill him forever,” Rae said before hanging up and letting me get some sleep.

*Next Day*

“Thanks,” I told the cashier as I paid him for my latte and moving to a table outside of the shop.

I leisurely took my time with sitting down, looking around while I sipped my latte, feeling like I was being watched.

Then there was a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around and came face to face with a guy wearing black shades and a familiar black leather jacket.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I growled quietly.

Zayn glanced around, “We need to talk.”

I rolled my eyes, “This is my last day of freedom before I have to be writing your guys’ articles so you got me then, but right now, please leave.”

“Do you feel like you’re being followed?” Zayn unexpectedly asked me, sitting down opposite of me at the table. “Oh and, coffee does taste better when someone else hasn’t tasted it.”

I heaved a sigh and put my latte down, “I do feel like I’m being followed but so what? Oh, and I’m sorry about that. Just was a little angry that I slept with a guy who used me.”

Zayn kept his shades on but lowered them as he leaned forward, “I think some paparazzi found me at your place yesterday and I didn’t use you. Why do you think that?”

“Out of all the girls you could have, you choose me? And, is that bad?” I asked as I turned around, catching a glimpse of a guy with a camera.

“You intrigued me and I was drunk, wasn’t really in control of my emotions. And it can be bad, but I’m not sure yet.” Zayn then stood up but didn’t move away.

“Oh so, every girl who catches your eye, you sleep with? I feel so much better now. And how can you not be sure yet?” I stood up as well, arms crossed over my chest protectively.

Zayn walked over to me and leaned in, his breath tickling my neck as he whispered, “You caught my eye differently, if that makes it better but I’m sorry for sleeping with you. Clearly it was wrong and I apologize.”

Then he moved past me, hand briefly touching mine, as I muttered, “Clearly.”

At that moment, I realized he hadn’t answered my second question and I turned around, saying quite loudly, “Wait, you didn’t tell me it was bad if someone was following me.”

But he was gone and I was left there, looking like a crazy person. I blushed under the irritated looks from others and quickly collected my stuff and left, spending the rest of my day with my best friend, at the cinema watching whatever.

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