Passion (15+)

When the 16 years old girl called Emily, decided to go for a trip to Brighton, UK, with three of her best friends, she didn't imagine running into a guy that would change her life completely.
Their plans had been; Partying, flirting, having one night stands, and just enjoy the life as a teenager, with no parents for the whole summer.
But when she met him at a festival one night, her life turned upside down, and nothing would ever be the same...
She fell head over heels in love with him, but didn't realise how bad it was until it was too late.
That's what happens when you fall in love with 19 years old, Zayn Malik.


1. Let me take you home

Emily's P.O.V:


When I first met him, he was sitting in the bar. His hair was dark brown, or black, cause of the darkness, disco- and colourful lights, it was hard to see. His head was facing one of the menu cards with drinks, that was lying on the dark brown wooden table and he was resting his head in his right hand, while mumbling the cocktails on the menu. I had been watching him for a while, and I had noticed that he was surrounded by plenty of girls most of the time, except from right now. To be honest he looked like he needed a little pause from the crowd that had been trying to get his attention for just about five minutes ago, I could tell by the way he was leaning over the table, while letting out a sigh. Actually I wasn't much for disturbing him, cause I didn't want to be annoying, but since I was a huge fan of him and his four friends, I knew that this would be a chance that I never would get again.

With my heart nervously beating in my chest, I ran my fingers through my hair one last time, and sat down on the tall bar chair next to him. He didn't bother looking up, just to see who sat down beside him... But it was okay, actually I wasn't going to talk to him, cause I'd rather miss this chance, than make him feel miserable about the people recognising him everywhere.

I grabbed a menu card, that someone left on the desk in front of me. While my eyes were searching trough the cocktails, I kept a half eye on Zayn. He was wearing a blue shirt, opened a bit in the neck so you could see a part of his tattoo on his chest.

"Hey, you." My heart skipped a beat to the sound of his voice, when he reached up the hand for a young waitress who passed by. "Yes, may I help you?" Her British accent was absolutely beautiful, so what a shame that she had to be such a slut. Wearing knee tall leather booths with stiletto heels, a short black skirt and a black shirt, with a name sign on. As I could see she was called Marilyn, probably named after Marilyn Monroe. I rolled my eyes, and turned to look at the menu again, this time without watching Zayn, I had to face the fact that it would be terrible stupid of me to keep looking at him all the time. I had been sitting beside him, and that was it... Nothing more, nothing less. Still I couldn't help but hear that he ordered two drinks called: Sex on the Beach Lux, one of my favorite drinks. I still forced myself to keep on looking at menu, when the sound of a glass got pulled across the desk made me look up, when I realised that a low and wide glass with some light red liquid, and some strawberry's on the egde of the glass. I raised my eyebrows and turned to look to the right, where Zayn sat with a smile on his face, and the same drink as the one if front of me, in his right hand. I didn't exactly know how to react, so I just smiled back. "I thought you might would like that drink, most people do." His Bradford accent was overwhelming sexy and his dumb smile made me feel so freaking warm inside. I didn't like it... Don't get me wrong, it was amazing to be so close to him, but I didn't like the feeling, I wasn't much for feeling like I didn't know what I was doing, or had to do. I just closed my hand around the freezing glass with Sex on the Beach Lux, and took a sip. It was delicious, and burned a bit in my throat. "Thanks," I mumbled and looked out on the dance floor, just to act like I wasn't that overwhelmed about sitting here beside him. "No problem. Where are you from?" He asked, and I could feel him move a bit closer. I looked at him again and had to search for the words inside my head, "Denmark... I am Swedish, but I am living in Denmark, always have." I blushed just when I felt that I had said too much. "That's nice. You're pretty." His eyes caught mine and I started blushing even harder, thanks to the darkness he couldn't see it. "Eeh, thanks... I guess?" I said and bit my lip. He laughed a bit.


Zayn's P.O.V:


She was damn fine, and that's why I was all into letting her be my 'one night stand'. Just like any other guy, I did have 'one night stands', so did Niall and Harry. Don't get us wrong, we just needed some time to be guys and I was glad that the fans actually didn't care, they used to accept it. Cause they meant the world to me, to us, we hated disappointing them. I kept her eyes where I wanted them, looking right into mine. "When you're done with that one, let's just take a dance." I knew that I was good at what I was doing, and she couldn't resist me. "Sure," she nod, and took another sip. "How old are you, actually?" I asked her and kept my kinky smile on my lips. She leaned a bit closer, "Not old enough to be here..." Her lips so close to my ear and her voice gave me chills. That meant that she was younger than 18, but it didn't bother me, younger girls wasn't exactly a huge problem, as long as she at least was 16. 

It didn't take long till I pulled her out on the dance floor, making my second move in the plan. My eyes looked fast at her from the tip of her toes, to the top of her head. She was small, even when she was wearing some black stilettos. Her dress was black and tight, stopping on the middle of her thighs, without any arms, it was strapless. 


Emily's P.O.V:


His hands moved down my hips and he pulled me closer. Looking into his eyes made my knees go weak. I had to fight now to get all dizzy, even though it was quite impossible. I didn't know if it was the alcohol in my blood, or if it was him. It was like my brain was working too slow to realise who I actually was facing at the moment. My heart was beating in my chest, so fast that I got scared it might would explode. I didn't want him to see how nervous I was, and most of all... I didn't want myself to be like this, not so nervous. I promised myself, just like I did before I stepped on the plane and headed to Brighton, that I wouldn't fall in love, only have flirts and 'one night stands'.


Zayn's P.O.V:


There was something about this girl that was so addictive, the way she moved, her voice, and her deep brown eyes. I would be quite upset if she refused to let me take her home after this dance... Otherwise it would be a huge mistake. That's when I remembered seeing her with some girls earlier this evening, and it hit me that maybe she wouldn't be that easy to take home. First of all, she was not dumb. Second of all, she was here with her girls. Third of all, she was too good to be true.



This was just the first part, more like how they met. I hope you'd like it. xoxo. 




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