It always starts with one drink

I met Zayn Malik at a pub when I was 18, and he has been my life ever sense. I wouldn't have it any other way and I'm happy to be falling in love next to my best friends and "the boys". I want to have that happy ending, even if this all started with one drink.

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4. Well what do we do now?

~Zyan's POV~

Her strapless black dress hugged her tightly, and her red hair hung around her face dripping. She shook her head quickly before running her fingers through her hair. In that moment I knew that I couldn't sleep with her. She looked so young and pure. Even if something in my mind told me that I should, I pushed it away hoping that if I was going to sleep with her tonight it would happen not by me making up my mind as it did most of the time, but it would happen by her choice. "Hey Emily, do you... well.... umm, do you want to go back to my house?" I asked timidly. She stopped giggling, "Yeah, sure" 

~Meredith's POV~

I was freezing by the time we got back to his car. All of our clothes were soaking wet and he didn't have any blankets or towels in the back of his car. He opened the passenger side door for me and closed it as soon as I was sitting in the seat. But he didn't come over to the other side for a minute or two. I heard the back of his car open and saw him taking off his jacket and white shirt before throwing them into the back slamming the back door and running around to the drivers side of the car. It was poring now and I was happy that we were leaving when we did. He swiftly opened his door and jumped in closing the door directly behind him as if any rain in this car would make that whole thing blow up. I looked over at him, sitting in the seat next to me, shirtless and soaking. He turned his head to face me and smirked, "Is there anything you'd like me to take of yours?" he raised his eyebrows at me looking me over in my dress. I just turned away quickly and turned up the heat.  

~Zyan's POV~
The heat was blasting as she turned the radio and I started to sing with the music that escaped from the speakers. Her eyes became sleepy and her breathing started to become more and more even as she shut her eyes, By the time we reached my flat she was fast asleep. I grabbed my coat and shirt from the back and draped them over my arm before I opened her door and scooped her up closing the door with my left foot. 

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