Zayn's coming to pick me up, from the hospital. What the hell, am I trying to do! Should I tell my mom that I'm going to leave, with let me see a pothead. Nope. I'll just tell her I'm leaving with a friend. She already knows how I feel right now. I make up my mind and that's exactly what I do. She agrees, and I kiss and hug my dad bye, for now. I wait out in front of the hospital. It's freezing outside, I furiously slide my hands up and down to give me warmth. I wait for a good fifteen minutes when a black camaro pulls up. The window lowers down.
"Hey, get in." Zayn's raspy voice sang. Since when does he have a camaro? I do what he orders. The leather chair is warm. I blow my hands and rub them. Zayn's eyes are burning into my skin, I turn around with ease.
"Are you okay?" He makes it obvious that he doesn't want to sound nosey.
"Yeah, just family problems." The words of the doctor replay in my head. I try to shake off the memory.
"What do you want to do?" His eyes dart to mine and I look away.
"What were you going to do, before I called?"
"I was going to go over to my friend's house, he's throwing a party."
"Then let's do just that." I try to give him a 'I'm okay' smile.
"You sure?" I nod. I notice him smile. The ride wasn't awkward we just didn't talk. And I'm glad he didn't try. We pull up to a huge house, there's a lot of people outside and a bunch of toilet paper draping off the roof, even some furniture was out in the frontyard. I get out of the car, and I could smell alcohol and weed. This will be fun. I thought. Zayn's arm places over my shoulder which catches me on surprise. I turn around and smirk at him.
"It'll be fun, I promise." We make our way to the cement path and up to the wooden stoop. He still hasn't moved his arm, but I'm not complaining. When we enter the house. It's fuzzy to see, it's hot in here, and it's steamy. There's a bunch of people dancing and drinking, having a good time.
"Want something to drink?" Zayn yells over the music. I nod."I'll be right back." His arm leaves my shoulder and I try to move past some of the bodies in my way. I stumble over someone's foot and right into a person.
"Hey watch-, Hello there?" A random perosn talks to me. I look up to his face. He has bright blue eyes, ink pops out from his red shirt collar, his hair is styled up in to a quiff, his roots are a dirty blonde and the ends are clear.
"Hi." I look around to what part of the house I got in to, the kitchen.
"What's your name?" He's still trying to talk to me.
"Rosalie." I rudely remark. He laughs.
"Who are you looking for?" The blonde asks, he should really stop asking questions.
"No one." I smile and leave. I spot Zayn's black hair.
"Zayn?" I try to scream over the loud music.
"Hey I was looking for you!" He smiles and hands me a red plastic cup. I smell the liquid. Cherry vodka. I don't want to look like a wuss in front of him, so I slowly sip out of the cup. The alcohol burns my throat.
"Hey I need to introduce you to a few people." Zayn pulls me in the crowd. We get to the kitchen and I spot the familiar blonde that I just encountered.
"Hey man." Zayn greets the blonde. Shit.
"This one's yours?" The blonde refers to me. He's a dick, but his face looks the exact opposite.
"No, she's a friend of mine." I glare at the blonde.
"Friend, okay." I roll my eyes.
"Rosalie this is Niall, Niall, Rosalie." He introduces us. Niall, sticks his hand out to shake mine, but I ignore the gesture.
"Feisty." He winks at me and laughs.
"Okay that's enough Niall." Zayn calls him out. Thanks. "I need to show you to a couple more people and I promise that'll be it." He warmly smiles and takes my hand again. This time we go upstairs we go in a room that seems to be a family room.
"Hey Harry come here." Zayn yells to a boy across the room. When that 'Harry' guy gets closer, I take in his appearance. He's looks like the rest, I mean the genre of 'bad ass'. He has tattoos as well, his hair is brown and his head looks like a mop of curly curls. His green eyes meet with mine and I feel he's a bit nicer from that Niall guy.
"Sup man." Harry greets Zayn they shake hands and hug. "Whose this?" His eyes dart to me.
"Rosalie, a friend of mine. This is Harry, Rosalie."
"Nice to meet you." I quickly respond and look to my side. The pool table is now filled with red cups.
"Want to play?" Harry asks, he probably noticed me staring.
"I'm fine." I scratch my hand. The last thing I want to do is get drunk.
"Alright, when its finished I'll call you over." Zayn nods and Harry walks away. We sit on a nearby love seat.
"You sure you don't want to play?" He lowly says. I nod.
"Alright your loss." He chuckles and sips from his cup. I pay attention to his lips the way they touch the cup. I look away. Hopefully he didn't see me staring.
"I'd offer you some weed, but you look like you're in your world today." I stick my tongue out and sip from my cup.
Harry beckons Zayn. He stands up and turns his head around.
"You sure?" What are the possibilities of this turning bad, I mean it's just a little beer. Well a lot. But who cares just tonight. "Fine." I completely give in. He smiles ear to ear.
"You know how to play this right?"
"Of course I do." The memory of me at a random party with my close cousins showing me how to throw the ball in flashes. I got fucked up that night. I laugh to the memory.
"Rosalie watch your step." Zayn holds my hand while he leads me to a bedroom.
"I'm fine, baby cakes." I smile, the hallway looks narrower, my vision is cloudy. We won five games in a row.
"Watch out." He catches me before I fall into a vase. I'm tripping over my feet. He opens a door to a big bedroom, master I think.
"Just sleep it off." He nudges me closer to the bed.
"But I don't want to sleep." I frown and let myself fall on to the soft bed. "Why are you such a Debby downer." I shake my hands in the air. He chuckles.
"That's a new one." He sits on the couch next to a fireplace. "Go to sleep, I wont leave promise."
"No." I run in to the closet, and try to close the door on Zayn. I feel like a little kid. He obviously pushes the door. My feet trip over a pair of shoes. "Shit." I curse while I attempt to stand for the hundredth time.
"Rosalie." He groans.
"Aw come on party pooper lets go dance." I fail at trying to convince people. His eyebrow raises at me.
"Since when do you like to dance?"
"That's hard to believe."
"Stop laughing." I nudge his arm, he grabs my wrist and pushes me against the clothes hanging. "No." He remarks.
"Whatever." I try to tug loose of his grip. The large walk-in closet starts to feel smaller and I don't feel all that buzzed anymore.
"Please." I pout.
"Promise to go to sleep?" I nod slowly. He lets go and reaches for the knob. I don't know where the nerve comes from, but I grab his hand and turn him around to face me, he's surprised by my gesture. I lead his hand to my waist. My hands slowly reach to his cheeks and I rub my thumb over his cheekbones. I listen to my impulse and make our lips connect, the taste of mint and cherry vodka make my senses tingle. He doesn't pull away, he continues. My legs start to tremble and I'm sure his kisses could make me sober any day. I pull away and we both stare at each other. I hope he's wondering what we just did, just like how I am. His eyes are staring deep in to mine, I feel like he's reading me. My eyes dart down. I feel his thumb touch my chin, he makes our eyes meet again.
"Why'd you do that?" He sounds curious.
"I don't know." My voice is so low that it comes out as a whisper. I knew at first, but I think his lips made me forget. Forget everything.
(The first time they kiss :) hehehe I hope you guys like it x.)