She's Not Afraid (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter 28 ~

"Fine, but only you." He said. I ran my fingers through his perfectly gorgeous hair.

"Yes! I did it! Muahahaha," I laughed.

"You child." He sighed.

"Oh would you shut up?" I joked.

"Nope!" He said.

"Loser." I huffed.

"Idiot." He sighed.

"How dare you?" I yelled, jokingly.

"How dare you?" He mimicked.

"Stop." I said.

"Stop." He repeated.

"Oh fuck it." I sighed.

"Don't swear, it's unatractive." He joked.

"Well so is your face!" I joked. He frowned.

"I'm juwst kidding, i'm sowwy. You'we gowgeous. I swear." I said, in baby voice.

"I know," He smirked.

"So cocky." I joked.

"Learned from the best." He laughed.

"Well played." I joked.

"What time is it?" He asked.

"8:00, we spent the entire day sleeping." I laughed.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked.

"I don't know," I said.

"Hmm, you wanna go to a club? Haven't gone to one for ages." He suggested.

A club?

Why not?

"Sure," I smiled.

"Okay, get ready, i'll pick you up in an hour." He said

"okay, see you then." I smiled and walked out of his room.

"Bye love."

I stood there, in my closet. Hmm, what to wear?

"No, No, definitely not, eew, why do I even have that?" I asked myself while looking for a dress to find for my self. "This," I say as I take the dress out of its hanger and place it on my bed.

It was a black short dress, it was a mini dress, but we are going to a club, so why not blend in ey? It had long sleeves and on the shoulders it had gold studs popping out. The back was a low cut out so it was revealed. I grabbed a pair of black pumps and set them next to my dress, along with big gold studs I found in my closet.

I sat at my dressor and curled all the pieces of my hair and let it fall on my back, so it was atleast a little covered. I then applied a bit of make up. I went in by bathroom to change into my clothes. When I came out I checked the time, 8:55.

I walked downstairs to see Zayn and my mom sitting down and they both stared at me.

Mom's POV:

Wow.

Zayn's POV:

Wow.

Ariana's POV:

Uhm. What? Do I look alright?

"You look gorgeous," Zayn said as he stood up for me.

Well, that answers that.

"Sweety, you really do. But I didn't buy you that dress." She said.

No shit, mom. Who would buy their daughter a freaking revealing dress?

I ignored her question, "Mom, you're back so early? How wad the business trip?" I asked.

"It was great hun, and yeah, they didnt need me to stay." She said.

"Well, we should be going. Good bye." Zayn smiled as he hugged my mother. I took my phone off the table and Zayn walked me out.

This time he brought his car. It smelled good. Like Zayn colone. Zayn looks so hot. Oh no. I think I said that out loud. I hope he doesnt hear.

"Thank you." He said.

"You heard me?" I whined.

"Yes, and you look pretty hot yourself." He smirked. My cheeks went red. "Thanks."

He parked his car and stepped out, locked the doors and walked away from the car. Uh, isnt he leaving someone. I banged on the door and he turned around and started laughing. He ran upto the car and opened it. "I'm just playing with you." He laughed.

He opened my door for me and held out a hand, I gladly took it and walked out. The club had three blue "XXX" on it.

He put his arms around me and we walked in. We sat at the bar. "What would you like?" He asked. "A beer." I replied. "Okay, bar tender, let me have a beer and one vodka." Zayn said. I don't even drink, why would I say that I wanted a beer? After a while he asked, "Want to dance?"

"Sure." I replied. He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor. The song Pour it Up by Rihanna was playing. I absolutely love this song. "Srip clubs and dollar bills, I still got my money!" Zayn sang along as we danced. "All I see is sighns, All I see is dollar sighns!" He sang again. I felt someone grinding on me, but it wasn't Zayn. "Dance with me, not with that fucker," The guy said in my ear. I could smell the alcohol. "Stop," I said. Zayn noticed what the guy was doing and he pulled me behind him. "She said stop." Zayn said.

"What are you gonna do abou-" Zayn brought his fists up and punched him square in the face. Oh no. The guy felt blood dripping down his nose. He got pissed and punched Zayn in the stomack and eye. "Zayn!" I yelled in fear. Zayn started to punch he guy harded and harder until people started to pull them apart. "Bitch!" Zayn yelled at the guy.

"Zayn, lets go." I said. He wrapped his arms around me as we walked out of the club. We sat in the car. "Are you alright?" I asked, letting a tear fall from my eye. "Fine, love. Don't worry."

When we got home, mom was sleeping thank god. I rushed him upstairs into the bathroom and I took out the first aid kit. I sat on the sink and motioned him to come close to me. I cleaned his eye and applied a cream for the swelling to go down, he winced in pain. "I'm sorry," I let a tear fall down. He wiped it away. "Don't cry." He said. "I don't like you getting hurt, especially when i'm the cause of it." I say. He them did something that took me by suprise, he smashed his soft pink lips on mine. Our lips moved in sink as he stood between my legs. We pulled apart, he stared into my eyes, "I'd do anything for you."

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A/N:

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