Title: Screwed Up Mess
Chapter one:
Everything happens for a reason, its so cliché yet so true. Everything you do eventually leads up to something big, every little thing amounts to a life changing experience, and you don’t even realize it until your actually there. You take it all in and then you realize this is where I’m supposed to be, this is why all those bad things happened, it was all worth it.
It was Saturday night and I couldn’t believe where I ended up. I remember calling up Josh and telling him I wanted to go out tonight, anywhere where there was free liquor. I wanted to let go for the night, get completely wasted, that was my plan. I got dressed and he picked me up on his Harley, I climbed on behind him and closed my eyes as he raced through the streets. Soon we were pulling into Manhattan I opened my eyes to take in all the lights, I loved the city at night, it was one of the most magical places. There were thousands of party animals like us on the streets, walking to the nearest night clubs to party until dawn. This was really the city that never sleeps, there’s always a party somewhere even at 5 am. Josh told me that one of his rich private school buddies was having a party at a club, close to Times Square, that sounded like just the place to be right now. We raced through Times Square with all its millions of lights, and ended up at a club called steel.
This place was packed wall to wall with bodies gyrating, couples kissing in the corner, and people wasted out of their minds passed out on the floor. I felt a rush of adrenaline from the vibe, the music was so loud and you could feel the bass from the speakers vibrating through your entire body. “WHOOOO”! Now I was pumped, I grabbed josh and hit the dance floor, taking shot after shot of tequila. Soon enough I started to feel the buzz, and my head getting woozy, I was tipsy all right. I reached for another shot when all of a sudden the fire alarm went off, it was so fucking loud and my head was pounding. I heard girls screaming, and people running this way and that way. I searched around for Josh but couldn’t find him, where had he gone! My head was pounding, I needed to get out, the noise was too much.
I followed the others out of the club, as soon as my face hit the freezing air outside, my mind cleared up a little bit. I waited outside in the freezing cold for 10 minutes but Josh was nowhere to be found, that son of a bitch left me! I couldn’t believe it! I grabbed my purse and decided to walk to Times Square to catch a cab, I was still tipsy and walking was a bit of a challenge. Now I could see that it was 2:30am! Yet there were still thousands of people, living it up, I felt better being in the midst of them. I walked by Radio City Music Hall, where there seemed to me a large crowd gathered. I wondered if anyone was having a concert there tonight, I walked to the crowd trying to see in the middle, when all of a sudden I felt myself fall and hit the pavement. “Watch where the fuck your going man!” I yelled out of reflex. “Oh shit sorry! I didn’t see you there” I heard a voice which sounded strange, and a hand reaching out for me. I grabbed it, pulling myself up; I could already feel a bruise starting to form right on my back, just what I needed! I looked up at my assaulter, who was actually smiling at me, which pissed me off even more. “sorry about that babe, are ya hurt?” now I noted his accent which seemed British. Why the fuck was this British guy in New York City at two in the morning! “I’m fine, just a little bruised, thanks for helping me up.” I said. “Oh of course, ermm do you need some help? You seem a bit disheveled?” Disheveled? Who the fuck talks like that! “ umm NO, I’m fine, thanks” and just as those words left my mouth, my pounding head gave in and I felt sick to my stomach. “Shit!” The guy yelled as I threw up all over his feet.
Chapter 2:
Oh man, maybe I had a few too many shots, but now I felt much better. I looked up at the guy who stared at me with this shocked face. “shit man, I’m So sorry!” I went in my bag to see if I could find some tissue. All of a sudden this big guy comes toward us, and behind him are about 40 somewhat girls, all screaming. Before I could do or say anything, I get pushed into a car. “ Zayn get in the car! We can clean that mess up later” The big guy yells and closes the door. Now I’m in a car, which some random guy from the street, who I threw up all over, driving down Manhattan. What the fuck was going on?!
“ umm excuse me guy, but what’s going on exactly, where are you taking me?!” He looks over at me, I notice his eyes right away, they were big and brown with a hint of green . “ um look sorry about all this, My name’s Zayn” “ okay Zayn, that’s not what I asked you, I’m just wondering why I’m in this car with you right now? And where the hell are we going?!” He chuckles, and smirks at me, “Your quite the hot head aren’t you?” “Only when it’s 2 in the morning, and I’m drunk!” “ HA! Well right now where going to the Trump Hotel, that’s where I’m staying, I’ll get you a cab when we get there.” “The trump? Nice, and who was that guy who pushed me in here?” “ Oh that’s Paul my manager, the ever persistent one ” “Manager? who are you some kind of actor or something?” “ haha not quit, I’m in a band, nothing big” “ Oh that’s cool, a band, I always wanted to be in one of those, but too bad I have zero talent what so ever!” He laughs a cute laugh, which makes me laugh along with him. “Your funny, Umm sorry didn’t catch your name?” “ Oh right, sorry bout that my names Isabelle” He smiles at me and I have to admit, he’s quite hot. “ umm I’m sorry about throwing up all over you, it’s just I was at a party and then there was a fire or something, and my dick of a friend left me and I think I drank way too many shots haha” “ “wow you talk a lot don’t you Isabelle?” “It’s the tequila, normally I’m not this talkative” “right!” he smirks again. I feel like there’s a ton of bricks on my head, and my eyes are closing slowly but surely. I feel Zayn’s fingers sweeping some hair back behind my ears. “ Hey don’t fall asleep , were almost there” I look up at him, and somehow his eyes are getting closer and closer and I’m moving closer into him. I feel his lips on mine, soft and timid, and I kiss him back.
Chapter 3:
To be honest this had to be one of the best kisses I’ve ever had in my life, it was one of those kiss’s you see in Romantic movies where fireworks erupt and time stops. That was until I felt him pull away from me. “ I’m sorry Isabelle, I shouldn’t have done that” he said, I just stared speechless. “ That was stupid of me, I mean we’ve only just met, I don’t know why I did that” “ No Zayn, it’s okay, I mean I kissed you back, it’s not all your fault” I tell him “ And to be honest I kinda liked it” He looks at me a bit surprised and then smiled “ I liked it too” Then we stare at each other for what seems like hours, when all of a sudden the driver opens the car door and I realize the car had stopped moving. Zayn and I get out in front of the Trump, it even more freezing now, I shiver in my dress and leather jacket. Zayn leads me inside to the receptionist desk where he calls for a cab, then we wait together outside. Zayn takes my hand “So Isabelle, would you like to have lunch or whatever it is you American’s do here?” “ haha lunch sounds good, were not all that different from you Brits!” “ Right, sure!” He makes a face at me then laughs. I can’t believe I’ve only just met him tonight, and purely by accident, but something about him was different I could feel it, something new and exciting, he wasn’t like all the other guys I’ve went out with before. My taxi arrives, Zayn gives me a kiss on the cheek, “ see ya later Isabelle, I’ll call you” He says smiling that half cute smile I’ve noticed he puts on a lot.” Good night Zayn” I say as my Taxi drives away. I look back until I can’t see him anymore, for some reason he seems unreal almost like a dream, this kind of thing never happens to me, it was way too good to be true! I got home, and by that time it was already four am, I was exhausted, what a night! But I couldn’t even fall asleep; all I kept thinking about was my lunch date with Zayn and wanting to kiss him again.
During the next few day’s Zayn and I went out quite a few times, I took him to all my favorite restaurants around the city and through central park. We would mostly talk about our lives, our families, and what we wanted to do in the future. I learned that his dad was from Pakistan and his mom was English, he has three sisters, and plenty of pets. I told him about my parents, how I grew up in Queens, and lived there my whole life, and right now I was at Hunter college in the city studying literature, wanting to be a Journalist. He told me that he wanted to be an English teacher, before his music career took off. I learned he was not the typical heart throb, he was pretty deep, and always quoted meaningful things from various places. I loved when he did that. On our second date I got to meet the rest of his band mates, it was a weird experience to say the least. After Zayn and I had lunch, he took me back to their trump suite. “ Umm I have to warn you, there kinda wild, and I’m sorry if they embarrass you in anyway” Zayn told me before hand. He opened the door to the suite, and I saw four guys sitting in front of the TV. “ Hey lads, this is Isabelle” They look up smile and introduce themselves, the first one to say something is Louis, “ Well, hello love! Nice to meet ya” We go over and sit with them on the couch. There watching a Coldplay concert, “ Oh I love Coldplay!” I say. Harry the one with the curls gives me a high five “ Yeahh! That’s right they are legends” he says. Niall laughs, and I could tell he was Irish right away, “ Isabelle would you like something to drink?” Liam asks me “Sure, I would love something” He goes to the kitchen. Now it seems that Harry and Niall are fighting over the remote, Zayn sits next to me shaking his head “There a crazy bunch of lads” He says. I laugh and agree with him, there crazy but lovable. That afternoon we spend, watching Coldplay performing, singing along to their songs, drinking coke and eating snacks. I ended up laughing so much I peed myself, the guys were hysterical. That night they had another gig at Radio City Music Hall and Zayn had gotten me tickets, I was excited this was the first time I would actually get to see him sing.
Chapter 4:
I went back home to get ready for the concert, I had about two hours and of course nothing to wear. I rushed to my closet tearing it apart trying to find something decent, I came across the dress that I had worn for my senior prom just the year before in high school. It was black, short, and form fitting; it brought back a lot of old memories, what a difference a year has made in my life. I pause for a second in front of the mirror; I couldn’t quite believe this was actually happening to me. I was just an average girl, long black hair, decent height, olive skin and brown eyes. I got through high school with decent grades, I wasn’t an over achiever, I wasn’t going to find a cure for cancer, all I wanted to do was write. I partied, I loved my friends, I’ve had my heart broken a couple of times. I have great parents and a great younger sister, over all I was normal, average, I wonder what Zayn saw in me? I mean he could have any girl he wanted, but why me? I had to wonder. As I was going deeper into my own thoughts, I was suddenly startled by someone rushing into my room, and nearly knocking me to the ground. “ OH MY GOD ISABELLE! What is he like?! You have to tell me everything!!” It was my best friend Rebecca or Beck as I like to call her. “ Beck! Beck! Please get off me so I can breathe!” I say to her. She lets go of me and sits down on my bed. “ Come on IZ you have gone out with this guy like this whole week, I need some details!” “ urghhh okay well his Name’s Zayn, and he’s in a band” “ A band? So he’s a rocker dude?” “ umm not quite more like a Boy band dude!” “ Boy band!? You mean like Nsync?! NO WAY!” “Yes way! And not like Nsync, Beck he’s british, and he’s in a band called one Direction with four other guys, there actually pretty huge in the UK! They were on X-factor, and there signed to freaking Simon Cowell’s label!” “ WOAH! Simon Cowell, THE simon Cowell? IZ that is crazy! But what are they doing at Radio City?” “ There actually the opening act for Big Time Rush, You know them right?” “ Oh yeah, my little sister watches that show like constantly! But wow IZ, you’re like dating a celebrity!” “ ahhh I know! Beck, your coming to the concert with me tonight, Zayn gave me an extra ticket! I cannot go alone!” “Hell yeah! I am with it, I can’t wait to meet this guy of yours!” “ yay!! We have an hour, let’s go!” Beck and I get dressed, after we finally decide on something to wear and head out to Radio City.
We get to the venue and take our seats, in the V.I.P section. As I looked around I saw thousand of girls, some looked a few years younger than me and others looked about the same age. I saw signs for Big Time Rush and some other signs for One Direction. Many for Harry and I was surprised at the ones for Zayn, Let Malik you one said, which made me laugh. It boggled my mind that these where his fans, and it also scared me a little. At 8:00 the hall dimmed and the show was about to begin, I knew that the boys where the opening act so they would be on first. The curtains opened, and a familiar song began to play, the girls all started screaming like crazy, I couldn’t hear myself think. All of a sudden the guys popped up on stage like magic, and the place went completely hysterical! I saw Zayn, he was wearing a blue Varsity jacket with an M on it, a pair of Chinos, and some red trainers, over all he looked perfect in every way on that stage. His solo came up and he swaggered to the front of the stage, his voice made my insides completely melt. “ Damn IZ your man can sing!” I looked over at Beck, who was clearly enjoying herself. For the rest of the night I couldn’t take my eyes off of Zayn, he was completely amazing on stage, mesmerizing in every way, now I understood why so many girls were in love with him and one direction. The boy’s sang there last song, and said good night to the crowd taking their final bows, Beck and I cheered like crazy and screamed our heads off! The boy’s walked off stage and the curtain closed again. “ Oh my god IZ, they are incredible!” “ I know beck, there amazing, I can’t wait for you to meet them !” Just as I said that, my phone vibrated and it was a text from Zayn. “ Zayn just texted saying come backstage!” “ Well what are we waiting for, lets go!”
Chapter 5:
Beck rushes ahead of me to the security guards who lead us backstage. The corridor is filled with people, managers, hair dresses, stylists, and make up people, it’s hectic! The guard takes us to the boy’s dressing room, and leaves. “ well knock IZ!” says Beck, I raise my hand to knock on the door, and I feel a thousand butterflies erupting in my stomach, my palms start sweating like crazy, and I feel like I’m about to throw up. “ I, I, I can’t Beck!” She looks at me like I’m insane “ IZ what’s wrong? What do you mean you can’t? “ I look at her and she looks puzzled, I don’t know how to explain to her what I’m feeling right now, I don’t even know why I’m feeling like this “ Beck, I’m scared, I, HIM, He’s too good for me!” I scream “ Did you see him tonight Beck! He was amazing, like some kind of GOD on that stage and ME I’m just a complete nobody! I can’t face him Beck, I just can’t” I walk away from the door and run to the nearest exit. “ IZ! Isabelle!! “ I hear her yell after me, but I don’t turn back, I keep going until I’m outside and I can finally breathe. “ Isabelle! Your INSANE, what do you mean he’s too good for you?!” Beck starts screaming at me “ HE texted YOU to come backstage, he clearly likes you IZ, and I mean who wouldn’t you’re gorgeous girl, HE is the lucky one not you.” “ Beck stop, don’t tell me all that crap now, even if that could be true, I just can’t face him tonight! I just can’t okay?! Can we please just go home.” She sees the look on my face and realizes that I’m serious “ ughh Fine IZ, let’s go home, But your gonna regret this, Think about it.” She walks from me, and I follow behind her to the subway. A couple of hours later and I’m back in my room, I turn my phone off and decide to give myself a night to think. In the morning, everything would be a little clearer, and I would know what to do.
Zayn’s P.OV:
I didn’t understand, everything had been going great, well at least for me. “ Hey man, don’t look so down, maybe she had an emergency” said Harry. “I doubt it mate, she could at least text me sayin so, I don’t get it, what the hell did I do wrong this time?!” “ Zayn don’t beat yourself over this, she probably felt overwhelmed by all the fans, I mean it’s a lot to take in mate” Liam always the wise one. “yeah I guess, ermm I’m gonna go out for some air” I got up and left the dressing room. The show was over hours ago, just a few crew members were left cleaning up. I walked out the front door and pulled my hood on telling security that I was just going out for a smoke. I needed to clear my head or just not think for a while, and the best way I like to do that is by just walking and thinking. The streets are still a buzz with people, that’s what I loved about New York City, it was filled with millions of strangers just going about their lives, not really taking notice to the people around them, which makes it easier for people like me to become invisible. I walked and got lost in my thoughts. Girl’s were such a mystery to me, I can never wrap my head around what they are thinking or how they feel, that’s why I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve , the few times I have it ended with many tears, I didn’t want that again. Lately I haven’t even thought of getting myself into a relationship, the band was exploding all over the place, and I have been so focused on the tour, it kept me busy which is what I liked. But Isabelle was different, she was unexpected, I wasn’t expecting to find someone in America, let alone New York City. It was crazy, I knew it, there was an ocean between us, but even after pondering all of this I couldn’t let her go so easily, I just wanted her so bad, I don’t know if it was lust or love but I just had to see her again.
Chapter 6:
Zayn’s P.O.V
I went back to Radio City where the boy’s were waiting for me so we could drive back to the hotel. I felt anxious I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight, not without some answers from Isabelle, the only problem was that I had no idea where she lived and she wouldn’t pick up her phone.
Reluctantly I drove back to the hotel and decided to just call it a night, the boys wanted to go to this club they had heard about but I just was not in the mood. “Mate come on, it’ll be fun! We only have a few more nights here anyway, enjoy yourself man! “ Louis said, “ Na man, not tonight, I think I’m gonna just sleep it off, I’m beat from all this.” I gave him a half smile, and said goodnight to the lads. Back in my room I tried calling Isabelle again but it went straight to voice mail, and this time I decided to leave her a message. “ Isabelle, it’s Zayn ermm I don’t know why you’re not picking up, or why you never came backstage, umm If I did something I’m sorry, or if you just don’t want to do this anymore than I understand, I just, I need to talk to you, please, call me back or text me, ” Beep
Isbelle’s P.O.V
I woke up as I heard my dad talking loudly on the phone downstairs, Oh god why did he have to yell like that. I reached out for my phone to check the time, and then remembered that I had turned it off and why I had turned it off, I felt the dread of it all come back. I inhaled deeply and turned my phone back on, and was surprised to see that Zayn had texed me and called me a total of 30 times. I looked through the text’s growing more and more embarrassed with myself. Oh god what have I done, he must surely hate me now, then I noticed that I had one voicemail, and it was from Zayn. I held my phone to my ears expecting to hear him yelling and cursing at me, but instead he sounded tired and sad, and even a bit disappointed. “ I am such a fucking idiot!” Why did I always have to do this to myself, I always ruined things and regretted it late, I should have just went to see him backstage, how was I even supposed to explain to him about why I left. But I knew I had to apologize, I had to tell him how I felt. I picked up my phone and texted Zayn saying I was sorry and If he would meet me at the Starbucks in Times square, I would explain everything to him, I would make this right again. I sent the text and hid my face under my pillow, I was scared he wouldn’t reply back. But a few minutes later my phone buzzed and it was Zayn saying that he would meet me there at 12. I sighed with relief and got up to get ready.
Zayn’s P.O.V:
It was 11:50 now, I had been feeling anxious since Isabelle texted me this morning just waiting around for 12. I had decided that Before she could say anything to me I had to tell her how I felt, I just had to lay it all on the table, and if she wanted nothing to do with me then so be it. With that in mind I got up and left for Starbucks, It was a pretty cloudy day in the city which reminded me of London. I walked the couple of blocks with my hood pulled over my head, and when I got there I grabbed a table and waited. Fifteen minutes passed and I was beginning to feel like she had stood me up again, but then I looked up and saw the familiar head of brown hair, she searched around until she found me and gave me a timid smile. God she was beautiful, and I knew that she didn’t even realize it herself. I could feel myself smiling as she got closer and closer and took a seat across from me. “ Hey zayn” she said
“ Hey yourself” I said back. She smiled but then I saw her face drop, “ Look Zayn about last night, I’m so sorry,I-“ “ Wait Isabelle” I cut her off “ Before you say anything, just hear me out. Look I know my lifestyle is not something every girl would want to be a part of, it’s hectic, I’m busy working most days, our fans are crazy, sometimes I won’t be able to see you for weeks, and I know that you live here and I live in London, Isabelle I know all of this, and I know you may be scared, but I just want you to know that I’m scared to, I’m scared of losing you. I know it’s crazy, we just met, but I think your amazing and gorgeous, I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long, long time!” I looked up at her and she stared back at me with wide eyes “ Isabelle I really, really like you, and If you feel the same then please give us a chance.”