Drunk (Zayn Malik fanfic)

Alaina gets drunk at a party and wakes up with a total stranger. She doesn't remember what happen the night before but might trace back her mind when she falls in love with the stranger.

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8. Chapter 8

I sat and waited for what seem like hours for Zayn while Christina and Perrie left.

"What's taking him so long?" I mused.

I really wanted to know by going back there, but it's the guys locker room. I didn't want to make that mistake again, like I did in third grade. 

I stood up from the bench and went to the corridor. There was a door on the left that said 'Mens locker room.' Should I open it or just wait? My hand touched the doorknob, before I could open it the door opened itself. Causing me take a few steps back away from the door.

Zayn stood blocking the door with a concerned look. 

"Alaina, what are you doing?" He asked, a fingered hooked his towel to hold it up.

"I..um seeing what was taking so long." I stood still staring at him.

A man from behind brushed pass him to stand next to him.

"Oh. Alaina this is Liam. He is just someone I met." I gave Liam a smile.

"Liam this is Alaina she is my girlfriend." I hate to hear that word it haunts me hearing it from him and myself. 

Liam's smile was gesture to me. He was a little attractive only because of his quiff. Why does men these days have quiffs? 

"I'm gonna go get change and I'll meet you tomorrow." Said Liam while giving Zayn a pat on the back. 

"Bye Alaina, maybe I can see you tomorrow." He calls while walking away from us. 

"Yeah, gonna go get dress too and maybe we can do something together." Zayn spoke with a raspy voice.

Together? I should regret saying that I'm Zayn's girlfriend. It was only because I didn't know what to say to his mum. Its official. I'm a little worried. I laid my back against the wall and slid down. Waiting for about two minutes. As I sat a man came walking towards the locker room. Looking at me unaware of why I'm here. 

"Waiting for someone?" He said while swinging a towel on his shoulder.

"Yeah, it's just my boyfriend." Shit I said it.

"Who's your boyfriend? Maybe I can get him out here." He said in a polite way to make me like him. 

"Zayn Malik." I say.

"Your dating Zayn?" He was shocked in the most strangest way.

I nod just has his surprise.

"You have just made the biggest mistake. He is no good for you."

I furrowed my eyebrow and stood up from my position. 

"No good for me? What do you mean?" He scratched the back of his blonde messy hair just to stall. 

"Answer me." I said with a harsh tone. I don't even know the guy why am I yelling at him.

"He is different from you like completely different." He said as he goes inside of the locker room. 

Seconds later Zayn pops out from behind the door. His black hair was drenched in water. His trousers were a little below his waist, and his shirt was a gray shirt with a Adidas logo on it.

"I see you were talking to Niall." He said as he tug on the hem of his t-shirt. 

"Anyways what do you want to do?" He asked with the slightest smile he has ever made.

"I was thinking maybe we can have dinner so I can get to know you better." I say. "I want to be able to trust you in this relationship that we have started." I added.

"Trust? No you can't trust me."

"And why not?" my arms were crossed against my chest.

"Look I like you but you know me so far and I don't want trust."

"Then what do you want? Honest?" I asked.

"I can't tell you that. Now can we leave." I stormed out of the corridor and out of the warehouse.

***

I couldn't be more surprise of how quiet Zayn is, not a sound has escaped his mouth. I really want to know what he can't me. I guess I can figure out at dinner. I dig my nails into Zayn as the motorcycle took a curve. The bike had suddenly stopped at restaurant, a building that I usually pass when going to the gym. I couldn't be anymore pleased than eating at a restaurant.

"Is it alright if we eat here?" I nod as my answer.

Zayn took my hand to let everyone know that I'm his. His hand is still wet from his shower. I'm just glad it wasn't sweat I hope. 

I was greeted by a waitress and is seated in a farthest corner. 

"What would you like to drink?" 

I parted my lips to answer. "We're take beer." Zayn answered for me.

"Beer? I don't want beer you know what happens when I drink that." I whispered.

"Can I see your identification card?" The waitress asked.

Me and Zayn pulled out our wallets to grab our license and show the waitress.

"Okay your drinks will be here shortly."

As the waitress left I went back to a conversation with Zayn.

"So why can't you tell me?" I asked with thoughts of what the answer could be.

"Why does it matter to you anyway?" 

"I want to make this relationship to work." I was getting worried for some reason. "Now answer me what do you want?" I added a question.

"If I tell you would you come outside with me?" I nod. 

***

"Okay Alaina I really like you.."

"I already established that." I say.

"I didn't want trust because I know you can't trust me, I want…"

He couldn't say his last word was it because he was embarrassed or afraid?

"Love…there I said it now can we back inside?"

I couldn't argue with that.

"Why do you want love?" I asked.

"I needed someone to keep around plus I didn't want to be available for the rest of my life."

"Your lucky to be taken but I don't like you as much as you like me." I say. I have admit to his face.

I stayed silent for a little bit. I have no idea what am I doing to myself. First I come out for the answer, then I admit I don't like him. That had just made my day. I have already had enough of this. It's not making sense to me.

"Look I'm sorry but I need trust, honest, and…love." I say calmly.

I left Zayn standing still and went back inside the restaurant. Our drinks were already at the table. I sat down and took a drink of my beer. It was the same exact kind I had when I met Zayn's ex.

Zayn walked in and sat down and didn't give me a look. I guess he dared himself not to look at me or even talked to me. I tried to go with it but I can't help with him being quiet.

"Why are you being quiet I need a reason and I'm not repeating myself?" I asked with a slightest of concern.

"I have really nothing to say." He answered. I sigh to his words.

Instead of saying anything I focus on what I want to it. Pasta doesn't sound bad. I wouldn't brag on what Zayn will get. Despite the fact that I would brag.

The waitress came back to get our orders I gave my out first before Zayn did. As the women left I pulled out my phone to check the time and if I got any messages. None yet of course.

I took another drink of my beer. Still burning my throat, it wasn't as good as I thought it would be. My stomach begins to stir but I tried to hold it in. My eyes start to get watery.

"I think there is a fair in town can we go?" I asked.

"Fairs are not my thing." He replies.

I can't tell just by only his appearance, which I'm not judging.


A/N

I AM REALLY SORRY IF THERE ARE MISTAKES IN THIS CHAPTER I'LL TRY TO COME AROUND AND FIX IT

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