One Shots

Savannah&Zayn

“Are we supposed to be in here?” I quietly as Zayn unlocks the door to the building.

“Shhh” he whispers, pressing a finger to his lips with a wink. The lock clicks open and the he opens the door, slipping through. After a moment’s hesitation, I follow, glancing around to make sure no one is watching. “Doesn’t this place have alarms or something?” I ask glancing around as he throws the light switch.

“That’s the point of the key. So the alarms don’t sound,” he says jokingly. I laugh, following him down the hall.

“So is breaking and entering a first date norm for you then?” I ask jokingly, raising an eyebrow as he opens a door and ushers me in.

“Nah.. Usually just petty theft. You’re just the lucky one.” He replies with a wink. “Bradford bad boy strikes again” I chuckle, shaking my head but walk into the room. The smile on my face grows seeing the instruments inside. “It’s hardly breaking and entering when the boys and I use this studio all the time anyways” he adds. I grab a guitar from the wall, slinging the strap over my shoulder and fingering the frets. I strum a chord, letting the sound reverberate around the room. It was probably the best guitar I’d ever played. I briefly wonder how much it cost, but push it out of my mind since if, I knew, I’d probably have a heart attack. With that in mind, I gingerly hang the guitar back up and walk over to the drum set. Grabbing the drumsticks, I settle myself into the chair, trying to decide what to play.

“Need a lesson?” Zayn asks, mistaking my pause as a lack of knowledge. I smirk as he grabs a stool, rolling it up behind me so he was right behind me. “All you have to do is take one stick and tap the cymbal and with the other tap on this drum here” he says, guiding my hands to the correct spots, his chest pressing against my back. I try to hold back the laugh threatening to break through and turn my head, raising an eyebrow at him. He grins down at me and I turn back towards the drum set.

“Like this?” I ask, a smirk edging onto my face as I begin tapping out a simple beat, quickly working into more advanced material. I feel him stiffen behind me and I place a hand on the cymbal, silencing it, as I look back at Zayn’s shocked face.

“Well don’t I feel stupid” he says with a laugh, sliding back and standing up. I grin cheekily up at him, standing up also. “I guess when you said you played a lot of instruments you weren’t kidding huh?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. I grin, shaking my head as he sits down at the piano.

“So you going to sing me a song Mr. Piano Man?” I ask jokingly, sliding onto the bench beside him.

“I’m probably not as good as you,” he says jokingly.

“But you have the voice” I reply with a smile. He chuckles before looking back at the piano, his fingers idling over the keys. Slowly, he presses down a chord.

“You know I’ve always got your back girl so let me be the one you come runnin to, runnin to ru-ru-runnin” he sings. I snort, glancing over at him with a raised eyebrow. Singing his own song, cheesy, yet adorable. He glances up at me, his eyes twinkling causing my heart to flip. “I said its just matter of fact girl, you just call my name, I’ll be coming through, coming through, co-co-coming.” He continues.  I glance down, trying to hide the growing smile on my face, letting the hair fall over my eyes. “Everyone else in the room can see it. Everyone else but you. Baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, but when you smile at the ground it aint hard to tell” he sings. I raise an eyebrow. Wasn’t expecting that. A mix? “You don’t know oh oh. You don’t know you’re beautiful-ul-ul. That’s what makes you beautiful” I nudge him with a laugh, tucking the hair behind my ear. “But I need that one thing and you’ve got that one thing.” I laugh, shaking my head, the grin wide on my face. He chuckles, seeing my expression and lets his fingers slide off the keys.

“Impressive” I say with a grin and he nods sheepishly. “Bet you do this for all the girls, huh?“ I hedge, raising an eyebrow.

“Wha-No…I” he says flustered before my laughing cuts him off.

“I was kidding,” I say nudging him again.  I hear a whoosh of air as he sighs in relief, his shoulders relaxing next to me. Suddenly he freezes again, his head cocked to the side.

“Wha-?” I start to ask before he shushes me, and then I hear it. Footsteps out in the hall.

“Is there somebody here?” a voice asks.

“Security” Zayn mouths before quickly, but quietly moving to the light switch and flicking it off, leaving us in the dark.

“Hello?” the voice asks again. I feel my heart hammering in my chest. We were so dead. I feel a hand cover my mouth, stifling my scream.

“It’s just me,” Zayn whispers in my ear, his hand sliding from my mouth to grab my hand. “This way” Zayn pulls me in some direction, seemingly knowing where he was going. I however, keep my other hand out in front of me to keep me from running into a wall. Zayn comes to a sudden stop and I collide with him, pressing my lips together to keep a sound form coming out. He quietly opens a door, leading us into another dark room, which I assume is the sound booth part of the recording room. The door closes with a click behind us. Just in time as I see the shadow of the security guard enter the recording room through the window separating the two. Zayn sees him also and quickly opens the door out to the hall and pulls me out.

“Hey wait” the security guard calls, hearing the door shut behind us. A laugh bubbles forth as we run out the door to the outside. We race down the block, eventually coming to a halt under a lamppost a few streets down. I clutch my stomach, doubled over from laughing.

“Oh my god! We almost got arrested!” I gasp, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins.

“I know!” he crows, his fingers running through his quiff, messing it up. “That was mad. I’ve never… woo!” he shouts jumping up and down, shaking his arms, obviously just as hyped u as I was.

“I feel like I could do anyth—“ I start saying before Zayn grabs my face, crashing my lips to his, kissing me hard. He pulls away after a moment, chuckling at my widened eyes.

“Well you did say anything,” he says with a smirk before pressing his lips to mine once more.