"So we traded numbers and we've been texting ever since then." Mya finished telling a story about a boy she met a couple days ago.
"Honestly I feel left out. Mya found a guy, Fayza has Zayn, and I have no one." Noura frowned as she stuffed a handful of hot Cheetos in her mouth.
I chuckled, "I don't have Zayn"
"You text him," Noura pointed out.
"True," I nodded. It had been two days since I last saw Zayn at the lake. Ever since then, Zayn and I have been texting non stop.
Currently, us three girls were sitting in the apartment that Noura and Mya shared. We were all in our pajamas and cuddled up in blankets, having a girls night.
I hugged my blanket closer to my body as I let out a yawn. "I want Chinese food."
"We just ate Chinese food you fat ass," Mya threw popcorn on my face.
I chuckled, "but still!"
"What are we doing tomorrow?" Noura asked.
"Skydiving!" Mya exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Hell no," I raised my eyebrows at them. "You guys have fun, I'm not doing that shit."
"Yeah you are!"
I rolled my eyes, "we'll see about that." I stretched my arms and looked at the time. "Well I'm going to bed, goodnight." I stood up from the couch and walked over to the room I was staying in.
I turned off the lights and climbed in bed, closing my eyes.
I heard Noura and Mya's footsteps and doors close shut, meaning that they both went to their rooms.
I tried to fall asleep but couldn't. I groaned and kicked the sheets off me and grabbed my laptop. I started to scroll through tumblr for god knows how long until I fell asleep.
The sound of my phone ringing made me wake up from my sleep. I groaned and turned on the lamp sitting on my nightstand. I squinted, my eyes slowly adjusting to the light as I looked down at my phone.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion to see that Zayn was calling. Why was he calling at this time of the night? It was way too late.
"Hello?" I answered the phone. There was loud yelling and music playing in the background of the other line, too much noise for me to hear clearly. When I heard no one respond, I spoke up again. "Hello?"
There was a pause before I heard giggling coming from the other line. "Faaaaayzaaaa!" It sounded like Zayn's voice, which had to be because it is his phone after all.
"Zayn?" I asked.
"No it's Michael Jackson!" He laughed.
"Okay?" I chuckled. "What's up, why'd you call me so late?"
"I don't know!" He giggled like a little child. "My friends ditched me!"
"Zayn you sound weird," I frowned. "Are you okay?"
"I'am perrrfect," he slurred.
I raised my eyebrows. "You're drunk."
"I'm lonely can you come dance with me," he paused and there was a giggle at the end.
"Where are you?" I question. "Do you have anyone who will take you home?"
"I said my friends ditched me!" He repeated what he said earlier. "They ditched me for these hoes! Oh hold on Fay I see a—"
Suddenly he stopped talking and there was muffled voices in the background until in an unfamiliar voice spoke.
"Hello?" The voice that sounded like a man said.
"Um, hey?" I was confused.
"See your friend Zack here—"
"It's Zayn," I interrupted the man who was talking.
"—is really drunk. Zayn is really drunk and he doesn't know where his friends are."
"Um you should come pick him up. I'm kind of worried I don't know man. He asked for another drink but I didn't give him one." He states.
"And who are you?" I asked.
"Oh, well where is Zayn?"
"He's at a club. Here I'll text you the address on this number. You'll pick him up right?"
"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged. I guess I was picking up a drunk Zayn.
"Great, I'll text you the club address right now." The line went dead.
As soon as that man texted me the address, I got out of bed. I threw my hair in a high ponytail and stared at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a tank top with pajama pants and I was way too lazy to change out.
So I decided to stay in my pajamas.
Since I was wearing a tank top, I grabbed a jacket and put it on. It was 3 in the morning and I'm pretty sure it was going to be freezing out.
I slipped on my converse and tip toed into Noura's room. I quietly grabbed her car keys off her nightstand and as I was about to walk out, I trip over a hot pink bra—that was sitting on the floor of her room—which makes me stumble a little and fall onto the floor.
I squeezed my eyes shut, expecting Noura to wake up and yell for waking her up—she absolutely hated when people bothered her in her sleep. Instead I heard her bed shift meaning that she had turned and switched sleeping positions.
Smiling to myself, I quickly got up from the floor and exited her room. I leave the apartment and get in Noura's car. As soon as I sat inside I immediately turned on the heater, warming myself up.
After I entered the address to the club on my phone, I start up the car and start driving.
Never in a million years would I think that I would be driving down the streets of Los Angeles to pick up a drunk Zayn Malik from the club. Never.
I finally arrived to the club after a while. It took me a while to find an empty parking space but once I did, I got out of the car and made my way up to the club.
I bit my lip nervously as I stood near the entrance to the club. There was lots of people in a long line, giving me a weird look as they wondered why there was a small girl in a cupcake themed pajama pants in front of a nightclub.
Oh Zayn owes me free concert tickets for this.
I pulled out my phone and called Zayn. I waited until I heard the voicemail. A groan escaped my lips out of annoyance.
"Damn Zayn fucking answer," I muttered to myself.
I called his number once again and after the third ring he luckily picked up.
"Helloooo," I heard his voice drag on the 'o' in hello.
"What?" I started to laugh. "You're still drunk?"
There was yelling heard through the phone but I couldn't quite hear due to the loud music in the background. A few moments later the unfamiliar bartender's voice from earlier was heard.
"Is this the same bartender?" I question.
"Yeah, he's still drunk and—" he stopped talking. "Zack don't touch that! Wait no you're going to break the damn bottle! How did you even—" There was more shouts that I couldn't understand until the line went dead.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I sigh and look over to the long line of people waiting to get inside.
I needed to go find Zayn but the only way in was the line. There's no way they're going to let me in with these pajamas.
I sigh and look around, my eyes scanning the surroundings around me. It was dark and the only thing giving me light was from the club.
My eyes landed on someone being escorted out of the club. I squinted my eyes and tried to take a good luck until I recognized the figure being kicked out of the club.
"Zayn!" My eyes widen and I jog over to the two huge men escorting Zayn out, or more like being kicked out was what it looked like.
"Faaaaaay!" Zayn giggled when he saw me, the two men who took him out of the club walking away after they took him out.
"Did you just get kicked out of the club?"
"Noooo," he slurs. "I want pie," he walks forward a little but stumbles.
I quickly catch him, my hands grabbing onto his arms. "Okay let's get you home."
"I don't want to go home!" He whines and I roll my eyes.
"Zayn you're lucky if no paparazzi see this."
"Oh please," he lets go of his arm and attempts to walk by himself. "The paps don't got—" He suddenly falls to the floor, a loud groan escaping from his lips. "I feel like throwing up," he mumbled from the floor.
"Oh god Zayn," I bend down and help him up. "We need to get you home."
"I'am home," he stands up with the help of me. "I need to pee!"
I grabbed his arm and guide him forward. "You'll pee when you get home."
"Can I pee on you?"
I stop walking, a disgusted look on my face as I turn my head to face him. "What the fuck Zayn?" He laughs loudly, almost falling over. "You're different when you're drunk," I shake my head and continue to walk him to the car.
When I finally managed to walk Zayn over to the car, I opened the door to the back seat.
"I don't want to sit in the back," he pouted.
"You're going to sit in the back," I smiled.
He pouted the whole time as he sat down in the seat. I bent over him and buckled on his seatbelt like a small kid. I made my way to the front seat and sat down, starting up the car and driving away from the club.
"Zayn where do you live?" I asked.
"In Mars," he giggled.
I sigh. "You're too drunk to give me your address, aren't you?"
I bite my bottom lip as I decided to drive him back to the apartment with Noura and Mya. He was going to stay the night there, since I have absolutely no clue where he lives.
As I drove, I look over at Zayn in the rear view mirror to see him unbuckling his seatbelt. I open my mouth to stop him but instead he gets up from his seat and attempts to climb over to sit in the front.
"Zayn!" I try to focus my eyes on the road. "You're going to make us get pulled over, sit back down!"
"I want to sit in the front!" He whines and finally manages to sit in the passengers seat after climbing over.
I turn to look at him, giving him a long stare before looking back onto the road. "We're lucky if we don't get pulled over or even if the paparazzi doesn't see you!"
"Chill down fazey."
"Fazey?" A small laugh escapes my lips. "You're like a small child when you're drunk, and put on your seatbelt!" I scold.
It was silent for a few minutes and I look over to see Zayn resting his head against the window, his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful.
I continued driving my way back to the apartment and just as I thought that Zayn had fell asleep, I felt something on my thigh. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I saw Zayn's hand resting on my thigh. I look over to see a drunk Zayn smirking at me.
I gulp nervously. "Um—" His hand started rubbing on my thigh, slowly bringing his hand more up. My eyes widen and I swear I almost crashed into a damn pole.
The honks of other drivers on the street made me blush in embarrassment.
"Zayn please," I quickly remove his hand. "You're very drunk."
"Don't act like you didn't like it,"
I look at him, biting my lip and looking back at the road—not saying anything. I felt him move around in his seat, hearing the sound of his seatbelt unbuckling but I didn't bother to look at him. Instead I kept my eyes focused in front.
My eyes widen when I feel his breath against my skin, the smell of alcohol on him taking over my nostrils. I glance to see him leaning over closer to me, his face only inches away.
"What the fuck are you—"
"Shh," he cut me off. I suddenly felt his lips against my neck and I shiver, making me lose control and swerve onto another lane on the road and almost hit a car. The loud honks of multiple cars filled my ears.
"Zayn!" I push him back onto the passengers seat. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Nothing," I could've almost heard the smirk in his voice.
"You need chill—"
"You need to chill!"
I sigh. "You're drunk and you're not going to remember anything in the morning so just calm down."
"I'am calm Fazey," he says.
"Why do you keep on calling me Fazey?" I couldn't help but slightly laugh at the cute but silly nickname.
I shake my head, "You child."
I had finally arrived to the apartment. I parked the car and got out, walking over to Zayn's side to see him stumbling out.
"Okay here," I grabbed his arm and helped him find his balance. Locking up the car, I started leading him to the way of the apartment while I held onto his arm.
Once we were in front of the apartment door, I turn to face him. "Shh," I put my finger on my lips to indicate him to be quiet. "Noura and Mya are asleep, so be quiet and don't wake them up." I whispered.
"What?! I can't hear—"
I covered Zayn's mouth to make him shut up as soon as he started shouting loudly. He did that on purpose, damn you drunk Zayn.
"Shh!" I shake my head at him before digging through my pajama pockets to find the keys. Once I felt the cool metal part of the keys against my skin, I grabbed it and put it inside the lock.
As I tried to unlock the door, I felt Zayn—who was standing behind me—come closer. His alcohol breath fanned against my neck, his arms wrapping my waist from behind.
I gulped nervously, still trying to unlock the door but I just couldn't with Zayn. I tried to ignore him and concentrate on this damn door, but the keys just wouldn't go in.
I squeezed my eyes shut as soon as I felt Zayn's moist lips against my neck once again. Goosebumps rose against my skin, shivers running through my spine.
That drunk fucker.
"Sorry," I heard him mumble as his arms pulled away from me.
I sighed and continued to try and unlock this annoying door that would not open.
"Fayza?" Zayn asked.
"I think I'm horny."
My eyes widen and I drop the keys onto the floor, making a loud noise. "O-Oh," I stuttered on my own words as I bend down to grab the keys from the floor.
"Nice ass," I felt a slap on my bum.
A gasp escapes my lips and I quickly stand back up after picking up the keys. I turn to face him, a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly walks closer to me. I walk backwards, making me back up against the door behind me.
His chest was against mine, way too close. His eyes stare down at mine and I look back up at him, my palms starting to sweat as I grew more nervous by the second.
"Alright," I nervously laughed as I pushed him away from me. "Time for bed," I turn around and finally unlock the door with the keys.
We walk inside, Zayn almost tripping over nothing. I sigh and help him once again, guiding him to the couch.
"You're going to sleep here since all the bedrooms are taken," I whispered quietly so Noura and Mya wouldn't wake up. "I'll be right back, I'm going to get you some pillows."
I walk away and walk over to the closet where we keep all our extra blankets and pillows. I pull out 2 pillows and a blanket before making my way back to the living room where Zayn was.
I stop walking when I see Zayn shirtless, his shirt thrown on the ground as he attempts to take off his jeans.
I try to keep my eyes off of his tattooed body while walking past him and to the couch. I fix up the couch for him and set up his pillows. I glance back at Zayn to see him struggling with his jeans, tripping, and stumbling down to the floor.
"Oh fuck," he groaned.
"Zayn shh!" I whisper yelled. I walked over to him and pulled him up. "Sit on the couch." I lead him to the couch and made him sit. Sighing, I pull off his jeans for him, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
"Thank you Fazey!"
I smiled and shook my head. "You're such a little child when you're drunk."
"I'm a grown man," he flexed his arm.
I laugh quietly as he lays down on the couch, getting comfortable. I bend over him to grab the blanket and tuck him in.
"Nice bra," he comments and my cheeks immediately redden. I look down at my chest to see my boobs were sticking out in front of his face, my bra revealed.
"Oh shut up," I blushed and stood back up. "Goodnight Zayn, go to bed."
"Can you tell me a story?"
"You really are a child," I laugh. "Night Zayn," I turn around and head back to my room. Climbing in bed, I got under the covers and closed my eyes, drowsiness taking over me.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, my room door opened and footsteps walked inside. I sighed and sat up in bed to see Zayn standing near the bedroom door, the blanket wrapped tightly around him—making him look like a small burrito.
"I can't sleep," he pouted.
"Just close your eyes and sleep," I mumbled tiredly.
He walked over and sat down on my bed. "You have a nice bed,"
"Thanks," I yawned.
"Goodnight," he turned over, his back facing me as he laid down on the bed.
I raised my eyebrows but shrugged, getting back under the covers and turning away from Zayn, so my back was also facing him.
Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep.