Runaway (A Zayn Malik fanfiction)

Chapter 2 ♡

So, in conclusion, what have I got to lose?

I stood tall, building up a bit of confidence as I walked on over to where he was standing. As I got closer to him, I couldn't help but notice his beautiful facial features, making me gulp.

Nothing to lose, Kat.

He probably heard my footsteps coming towards him and he turned his head. My breath hitched when I saw his hazel eyes burning through his dark mask. He was beautiful.

I instinctively reached down and straightened my dress, lifting my chin. I leaned against the counter, instantly regretting my decision. What was I thinking? He was definitely not as conversational as I had made it out to be.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him take his dear time to examine me. I couldn't help but notice a devilish smirk played upon his pink lips.

Other than the loud music and the screaming people, it was silent between us. I took a deep breath, his presence making me nervous for no reason.

"Hi," I finally spoke up, breaking the tensed silence.

I turned to look at him, only to see that he was already staring at me. I smiled the best I could, hoping I didn't look as nervous as I really was.

"Hello there," he replied, revealing his powerfully heavy British accent.

I couldn't help but feel goosebumps arise on my skin at his voice. I had yet to know this man and he already made me feel weird.

I looked back at the crowd, realizing I'd be more confident if I didn't look him in the eye.

"Why aren't you out there?" I nodded towards the crowd, asking him as if I had know him for a long time.

"Not interested in drunk couples and dancing," he shrugged, replying just as easily. Then, he turned to me, staring at me intently. "What about you?"

I felt my heart skip a beat but I answered. "I hate parties like this."

"Yeah?" He asked. I noticed him lick his lips hotly, purposely making me more nervous. "Then why did you come?"

"You know Carlee?" I asked him, bringing up the girl who had put me in this situation in the first place.

He nodded, "nice girl."

"Well she's my best friend," I told him as I turned around and faced the counter, noticing the beer and coca-cola bottles. "And she would've killed me if I hadn't come."

I shamelessly picked up an unopened beer bottle and used a nearby bottle opener to pop the cap open. I quickly brought the bottle to my lips, taking a sip to intoxicate myself. If I wasn't a bit drunk, I'd be boring. And for some reason, I wanted to impress the guy behind this mask.

I turned back to him, holding on to the beer bottle as if it was giving me strength.

"What about you?" I asked, looking up at the attractive man in front of me. "Why did you come?"

The corner of his lips turned up into a crooked smirk as he eyed the beer bottle in my right hand.

"To be honest, I'm not quite sure myself why I came here," he spoke, his voice low and captivating. "I got an invitation and decided to show up."

I shrugged, taking another sip of my beer. "Good excuse."

I looked back at the crowd, scanning it to see who the dancing couple was, but instead my eyes landed on Carlee. Even from our distance, I noticed her wiggling her eyebrows up and down at me, a smile on her face.