Something More // Zayn Malik

"I'm just a fan though," I whispered against his lips, his hot breath fanning my face.

"Not any more." He muttered, backing me up against the wall. "You're so hot baby girl, I want you."

"Zayn," I mumbled as his hands went down to give my bum a squeeze. "Are you sure about this?"

"Fayza I want to fuck you right now against this wall." His lips attached to my neck, sucking and licking.

A moan escaped my lips out of pleasure as my hands went up to his chest.

Just a fan? A fan my ass.


6. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I couldn't a believe it. A whole week had passed and it was finally time.

It was Friday, the day of prom. The day I would meet my idol, Zayn Javadd Malik. The day that he was going to take me to prom and I was going to have the best time of my life.

Only a couple of hours until Zayn shows up at my door.

Holy fuck, it just doesn't hit me.

Luckily, my mother had convinced my dad to let me go to prom. My father hates when I'm with guys, my family is strict as fuck with boys. So the fact that he's letting me go, especially with a celebrity, is a miracle. I barely get to go anywhere because of them. He wasn't happy at first, but I guess he's okay with it now.

Earlier this morning, Zayn had DMed me saying that he landed in San Francisco. I couldn't stop freaking out.

Currently, I was sitting on my bed and waiting for Alicia to come over. She was going to help me get ready which I greatly appreciate.

My room door opened and my dad walked in.

"Fayza," He greeted me.

"Hey baba." I say as he walked up to my bed, where I was sitting.

"Alright Fayza, I need to talk to you. So you're going to prom with that boy and you know that we are very strict with boys because our religion—"

"Dad!" I groaned. "You don't need to give me that speech again, I've heard it many times. I get it, no sex, no touching, no drinking, and all of that."

"No kissing, no h—"

I interrupted him again. "Alright dad, I get it."

"You guys are going as friends, nothing more. He's a celebrity so be careful." He states strictly.

"I got it." I nod my head.

"Have fun, I guess. But not too much fun!" With that, he turns around and walks out of the room.

I sigh. Why were my parents the most strict Arab people ever? I wish they could be a little more chill.

Right after my dad walked out, Alecia walk in holding a huge box.

"What's that?" I ask as I stood up from my bed.

"High brand make up. I had to bring it since you have shitty make up." She set the box down.

I look inside the box, my eyes widening. "That's a lot of make up."

"I know. Now sit down, you need to get ready! Did you already take a shower?"

"Yeah," I say as I sat down on the chair in front of my mirror and look down at the white robe I was wearing. "What are you doing first?"

"I'm going to do your hair first, and then your make up. After that I'm going to get ready."

She started doing something with my hair. I didn't question her though, Alecia was amazing when it came to beauty and hair. While she was taking care of my long black hair, I pulled out my phone to keep me company.

What felt like ten hours later but reality was just one hour, Alicia finally finished up making my hair perfect.

"Done." She stated, letting go of my hair and smiling down at it in satisfaction.

"Oh my God," I smile as I examine my hair in the mirror. I slowly run my hands through my hair, afraid that I would ruin it. "It's perfect!" I exclaimed. My usual straight hair was done perfectly into curls, which is a completely new look for me.

"Thanks, I tried." She replied, bending down on the floor to grab some make up from the box she brought. "Now, your make up." She started to rub something on my face, probably foundation, blending it in perfectly.

As she worked on my face, I heard a notification from my phone. I opened it up to see it was from Twitter, from Zayn. Excitement took over me and I started to bounce up and down my seat.

"Would you quit it?! Fayza you're going to make me mess up!" Alicia exclaimed.

"I'm sorry! Zayn DMed me!" I quickly opened up Twitter to see what he sent.

Zayn: Getting ready haha I'll see you soon :)

"Alicia!" I shouted.

"What?! You're going to make me mess up, just stay still for a second!"

"Zayn said he's getting ready!" I squealed like a little girl. "Alicia, I can't! I can't, I just can't—"

Tears had started to brim in my eyes, slowly rolling down my cheeks.

"Fayza!" Alicia screamed my name. "You literally just messed up my make up! Why are you even crying?!"

"Because I can't believe this is true! I'm meeting Zayn! Holy fuck Alicia! He's going to fucking prom with me!" More tears started to roll down my cheeks. I was just so happy, I couldn't believe it. I sniffed and wiped away my tears, looking in the mirror to see my make up smeared all of my face.

"That's a waste of my make up." Alicia muttered, starting to remove my make up. As she started to redo it, I typed away on my phone to reply to Zayn.

Fayza: sooo excited ahhh !!

I waited impatiently for Alicia to finish up the make up. She was taking her time, making sure that everything was perfect.

Minutes passed and Alicia had finally finished. I looked in the mirror and gasped. She had managed to make me look as if I came out of a magazine, I looked that good.

"Alicia, thank you so much!" I got up to hug her but she stopped me.

"Don't ruin your hair and make up!" I laughed, pulling her in for a hug anyways.

"Oh shit," she muttered once we pulled away from the hug. "Fuck, just fuck!"

"What?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"I forgot my dress at home! I was planning to get ready here with you, but fuck that means I have to go get ready at home since I left my dress there." She explained as she quickly gathered up her stuff and threw it in the box that she brought when she first came. "I'm going to be late, shit. Kyle is going to pick me up soon. I'll see you at prom!" She jogged out of my room.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. Oh Alicia.

Walking to my bed, I looked down where my prom dress was laying neatly on it. The dress had costed a fortune but it was completely worth every penny. I took off the robe I was wearing and carefully started to put on my dress.

Once I had managed to fully wear the dress and zip up the back which took me a while to do, since I couldn't reach it, I looked in the full length mirror I had near the door of my room.

My dress was a light, baby pink color. The silk came down all the way to my feet, slightly trailing on the floor behind me when I walked. It was tight on my curves and got looser towards my legs. There was a cut out on the back, showing some skin. There was sequins embedded on the dress, making it look even more beautiful.

I wasn't going to lie, but damn this is the best I felt in a while. Zayn and I were going to step in prom and slay them hoes.

The thought of Zayn made me feel some type of way—nervous, excited, and much more.

My eyes flickered down to my nails and I examined them. I just got acrylics done earlier today. The color was a baby pink color, matching the color of my dress and on the ring finger was a silvery, shiny glitter that made my whole nails pop.

Pulling my attention away from my nails, I walked over to my desk and grabbed the cute, small clutch that was sitting on top. The clutch matched my dress and nails, which was perfect. I quickly put my credit card and some cash in there, just in case.

Hearing my phone ding, I dropped my clutch on the floor out of nervousness. I felt my hands start to get clammy, already knowing it was Zayn.

I grabbed my phone and unlocked it, opening up the Twitter app and reading what Zayn sent.

Zayn: I just got done getting ready!! I'm on my way now you ready??

Fayza: ya i'm ready haha!!!

I paced around my room, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. I didn't know what to expect, or how to react. It was all happening so fast. This seemed so unreal, I couldn't believe this. It hasn't hit me yet, it feels like I'm in a dream.

"Just breathe Fayza, breathe." I told myself as I squeezed eyes shut, breathing in and out. I really hope that I did not freak out in front of him.

Oh God, that would be very much embarrassing.

My phone dinged again and this time I dropped my phone that I was holding.

"Jeez Fayza, keep it together!" I told myself, bending down to grab my phone. I unlocked it to see it was another message from Zayn.

Zayn: Almost here. The driver keeps on making wrong turns lol

Zayn: Are we late

Fayza: no haha we're actually pretty early, which is good

Zayn: Good haha if the driver makes another wrong turn I'm gonna jump out the window


Zayn: Lol

Zayn: We're almost on your street

I grabbed the water bottle that was sitting on my nightstand and started to chug it down.

I was so nervous I was going to vomit.

"Calm down." I whispered to myself.

After about five minutes later, Zayn sent another message.

Zayn: I'm right outside your door :) !

"Fayza, this is a code red you better not fuck up!" I don't know why I was talking to myself, but I was.

I quickly stuffed my phone inside my clutch and ran to the other side of my room, where my heels was sitting on the floor. I slipped it on my feet, almost tripping in the process.

Hearing the doorbell ring made my heart stop.

He's here, it's happening.

I almost started to panic.

"I'll get it!" I heard my mother yell from downstairs, the sound of her feet scrambling to open the front door as fast as possible.

"Here we go." I whispered to myself, opening the door to my room.

I started to slowly walk down the halls, taking my time to step down the stairs.

It was finally happening.

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