Window to Window ➸ Ziall

Chapter 22

"Nah, I've got plans with Tony. We're going to this party. I don't know where it is but I keep hearing its gonna be awesome" Zayn smiles.

Harry stops and raises his brows at his friend. "A party? Are you sure you're...ready for that? To be like around people and stuff?" Concern is lacing through his raspy voice.

Zayn nods, "Yeah, I think so. I feel like it'll be good for me. I gotta good feeling about this, Haz."

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Zayn turns to the side, eyeing his outfit. He went with a white v-neck, leather jacket, black jeans, and white Docs. He's not planning on meeting or hooking up with anyone but he still wants to look good. He then hears honking and looks out the window seeing a red sedan parked.

"Mum, I'm going out!" Zayn yells.

"Okay, be back by midnight, darling!" he hears back.

"Can't count on it!" he yells before he's out the door running to the car.

Tony rolls down the window. "Aye, Malik! Ready to get trashed?" Tony smiles.

"You know it" Zayn opens the door and hops in.

"Zayn this is my boyfriend, Jackson" Tony greets.

Zayn turns to the lad behind the wheel. He has sandy brown hair that hangs over blue eyes and high cheekbones. Zayn nods in approval, he's very attractive but once again, not Niall. "Hello."

"Hey" Jackson smiles. "Got everything? You ready?"

"Yup" Zayn replies

Jackson shifts to drive and then they're off down the street. Zayn's already feeling free and they haven't even turned the corner. He's been cooped in his room eating grilled cheese and pot pies on end. Its nice to get out.

He rolls down the window and immediately grins, feeling the cool autumn night air hit his face and blow his raven hair.

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They've been driving for a long time for what feels like almost 2 hours. The sun is starting to set and the sky looks beautiful with all the orange and purple colors swirling.

Zayn's head is leaned against the cold window, his eyes fluttering shut every once and awhile. Damn, he hopes this party is worth it since its such a long ass drive.

Zayn hears a door slam which wakes him up. He sees Jackson lighting a cigarette, which makes him really wanna do the same. A throat is cleared and he turns to see Tony looking at him smiling. "We're here, you okay?" he asked.

"Yep" Zayn smiles and unbuckles his seatbelt. He hops out the car along with Tony and all three begin to walk up the path to the door. Zayn sees some people snogging and passed out on the front lawn. He hears the loud music of Katy Perry inside, shaking the mansion-size home and even the porch they step onto. Oh, God was this a good idea?

Before Jackson can even knock, the door swings open revealing a girl with scene black and blue hair and big brown eyes. She's in a tighy black dress with fishnets and black leather boots to the knees. "Hey, you guys-ooh, you're hot haha! Anywho, welcome to my party! I'm your host, Sam but please call me Sam. Drinks are in the kitchen and food is in the dining hall. Please, don't steal anything." She opens the door wider for them and then walks off.

Zayn kinda stands there confused while Tony and Jackson happily go in together holding hands. Zayn gulps and slowly crosses the threshold immediately getting hit by the smell of weed and alcohol.

He stops and takes a few minutes to adjust since he hasn't been to a party in God knows how long. He then saunters into the living room seeing people playing the Wii, talking, getting high, and of course snogging. He feels so awkward. He doesn't know anyone here except for Tony and Jackson but they've ran off probably to go fuck.

So Zayn wanders around the house like a creep, looking at people and the decor of the home, which is actually quite nice but it doesn't matter. This is a party, shit will either get broken or stolen.

Zayn's wondering if this was a good idea. He sticks out like a sore thumb. Parties are for socializing and there's no one to socialize with. Zayn drifts off down a long hall with a bunch of doors on each wall. He sees a doorway with lighting and thinks its probably the kitchen. He hasn't seen that yet. Oooh adventure.

Take that money

Watch it burn

Sink in the river

The lessons I learned

Zayn stops abruptly at that voice. That oh so sweet and familiar voice. He walks towards the kitchen slowly, peeking his head around the corner. His jaw falls slack and eyes blow wide.

There perched on the kitchen island, guitar in lap, smiling at the applause he's getting from the small crowd, is Niall. Niall's sparkling eyes scan the crowd and stop on Zayn. His eyes then go wide and jaw falls.

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Oh my god! Niall's back! Hmm, what will happen now that they see each other?