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.


3. ::Chapter Three:


“God, why are you so heavy?” I complained as I helped the stranger out of my car and up the stairs to my apartment building.

I ignored the assuming stare of one of annoying neighbors, a eighty year-old women, who’s room was right across from mine at the end of the hall on level three of the building, as I dragged the guy into my apartment and slammed the door behind me.

“Why so loud?” The guy complained covering his left ear with his left hand, seeing as his right arm was wrapped around my neck for support.

I shrugged, “Not my fault you got yourself drunk.”

I continued to drag him through my small hallway that led to my living room, a suitable kitchen to the right of me, and two decorative bedrooms to the left of me.

As I helped the guy to my couch, my phone began to ring, and I accidentally let go of the guy as I reached for my cell.

I cringed and apologized, before quickly answering.

“Hello?” I mumbled into the phone, still trying to settle the drunken guy.

“Did I just see you drag a drunken guy into your apartment, Charlie?” My best friend, RaeAnn, shouted into my ear.

“First off, what are you doing stalking me at my apartment? Two, maybe you did, maybe you didn’t,” I replied, walking away from the drunk guy passed out on my couch and into my kitchen.

“Well, moron, we made plans to go out after your shift but you never showed so I came here and what do I see, you ask? I see you dragging in a drunken guy,” Rae continued, her voice all smug, like she had caught me smoking drugs.

“Rae, if you think I plan to sleep with this guy, you’re the moron,” I whispered back, looking over my shoulder at the innocent person asleep. “He couldn’t remember the name of his hotel or whatever, so I wasn’t going to leave him at the bar alone.”

“Oh, right,” Rae whispers back, still smug and all. “Just couldn’t leave an attractive guy alone. What color are his eyes, his hair? Tell me everything, Charlie!”

“Goddamn, Rae, I didn’t bother to check the guy out! Only because I just broke up with my boyfriend a week ago, and am not looking to get back into dating,” I snapped into my phone, taking another sip of my beer, almost downing it in one gulp.

“Well, adios, but don’t do anything stupid, Charlie,” Rae muttered as she quickly hung up, yelling at her parents in the background.

“How could I possibly do anything stupid,” I said to myself, turning around. “With him passed out on…my couch.”

I stare dumbfounded at my empty couch, no sign of the drunken guy. That is until; two hands placed themselves onto my hips. Containing my mixed shock and fear, I slowly turned around and came face to face with the guy.

Brown eyes…he has chocolate brown eyes, Rae; I took note, thinking to myself.

“Um, what are you doing?” I whispered, my breath catching in my throat.

His eyes flickered over my face, curious, but uncertainty lying in the shadows of his eyes.

“What’s your name?” He asked, his voice ragged, abused by the consumption of alcohol.

“Charlie,” I replied softly, trying to get out of his grasp, but unsuccessful. “Yours?”

He cocked his head to the side and then leaned into my right ear, whispering, “It’s Zayn.”

“Well, Zayn,” I whispered, untangling myself from his hands and moving towards my room. “I’ll be showing you to the guestroom now.”

But without warning, I found myself being dragged…to my room. Zayn opened the door quietly but quickly closed it behind me. I turned around; ready to march Zayn out of here and to his guestroom, but when I did, he did the most unexpected thing.

Now, I’m literally a virgin…of both lips and the southern area and I’m nineteen, the unfortunate part of being a cop’s daughter.

But, now, I can happily tell my dad my lips are no longer that. Zayn is a good kisser.

His lips played mine, sucking the sanity out of me, making me forget my reality. I could feel him guiding me to the bed, laying me down in the soft sheets, his body hovering over mine. I didn’t move as he removed his shirt and looked down at me, a small smile on his lips. Then he leaned down again.

The rest of the night, I don’t remember.

Blame the alcohol.

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