Zayn’s POV
“I am never wrong.” She pointed out.
“I was going to say ‘Even when you’re wrong, even though that never happens’. Anyway, I would still be on your side.” I told her. We were still sitting on the ground at the club. She sighed and let her head fall against the wall.
“I know.” She responded, and I could see her eyes starting to tear up.
“Hey, don't you dare start crying.” I told her, she shook her head.
“I'm not going to cry.” She said, trying to convince herself more than me. “I don't want to cry.” She added, her eyes reflecting the lights that were flashing in the club.
“There’s no reason to cry.” I reminded her.
“I know… I don't know why I'm starting to cry.” She said, wiping her eyes. “If the damn tears fall there’ll be mascara and eyeliner everywhere.”
“You’ll be fine.” I said, putting my drink on the ground and holding her face in my hands. “I promise.”
“Don't make promises… you can’t keep.” Her eyes wandered away from me and towards the table we could have sat down at instead of on the ground.
“I promise that you will be okay.” I stated, and she grabbed one of my hands with her own. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, before taking my hand from her face and kissing it softly.
“Thankyou.” She gave me a genuine smile before she stood up. “Now let us drink to forget!” she shouted, pulling me up before she finished her drink.
“I don't want to forget!” I told her, having to shout as we got back to the louder part of the club.
“I do, so you can either watch innocently while I get myself probably completely wasted and help me out or you can drink with me and still help me!” she shouted, having a crazed look in her eyes.
“Jamie!” she had already disappeared from view. Crap. I started in the direction she had left.
“A beer damn it!” I heard her shout. I then moved to the bar where she was being given a drink.
“Way to assert your authority there.” I pointed out.
“Thank you.” She responded as she took a long chug from the glass. It wasn’t even ten minutes later that she had finished it. “So, let’s change it up a little and go for some shots shall we?” she asked the bartender who then gave her three that she downed almost a little too quickly. She got a few more drinks before she was giggling.
“Let’s dance!” she shouted, grabbing my wrist and dragging me away.
“Have fun dude!” the bartender shouted at me. My eyes narrowed at him before he disappeared from view.
“Jamie! Calm down!” I shouted at her before she started dancing.
“I am calm as a jellyfish!” she shouted back. “Oh! The Jellyfish!” she started wobbling her arms by her sides as she did what I'm guessing is ‘the Jellyfish’.
“Can we do something other than ‘the Jellyfish’?” I asked her. She gave me a shocked and hurt look.
“But the Jellyfish.” She started hyperventilating as she looked like she was about to cry. Okay, emotional drunk then… “The poor Jellyfishes feelings.” She literally started crying.
“Jesus Christ.” I swore as I went to hug her and get her out of here before she did anything she would regret.
“My anaconda don’t
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you’ve got buns hun.”
Her expression completely changed as she became overexcited. “Let’s do ‘the Snake’!” she shouted louder than before.
“How do we do ‘the Snake’?!” I asked her, deciding that she is easier to deal with if she’s happy.
“A little like this!” she started doing a move that looked similar to ‘the Jellyfish’.
“But that’s ‘the Jellyfish’!” I responded.
“Are you saying that ‘the Snake’ isn’t original?!” she looked like she was about to cry again.
“No! No!” I grabbed her arms and started rubbing them. “It’s original! I swear! It’s just a little tiny bit similar to ‘the Jellyfish’.” I stated. Her breath started to even out again.
“I want a butt like Nicki Minaj, but only like half of her butt because I don't want that big of a butt because think about it if you got that big of a butt you would have to get clothes like, specially made and it would get in the way. Oh! I would like that tattoo she has, I don't know what it means, but I want it.” Okay, I need to get her out of here.
“Right, let’s get you back to the hotel.” I stated, trying to get her out of the club.
“No! I want to go get a tattoo!” she shouted, then she gave me a look like she had just planed something evil. “We should totally get matching tattoos!” she squealed.
“You already came up with that idea, babe.” I told her, as I started walking her out of the club.
“Well, it’s a good idea!” she said as we got out the door.
“I disagreed.” I reminded her.
“Well, that was a bit rude.” She said.
“It was a little.” I went along with her speech.
“Hang on a second, we aren’t in the club anymore…” she trailed off. “You’re kidnapping me aren’t you? Oh my god you’re gonna take me to your basement and do shit to me that I won’t like! Oh my god! Someone help me! He’s kidnapping me! I don’t know who this guy is! Someone come and get me!” she started shouting as I got her into a taxi. The taxi-driver gave me a weird look.
“She’s a little drunk.” I informed him before I told him where our hotel was.
“Who are you?! Why are you taking me?!” she shouted again. “It’s okay, I secretly know who you are, but I'm getting us a free ride because he’ll be scared of what you can do.” She whispered in my ear. “Oh the agony!”
“Jamie, you’re only going to get him to call the cops on us.” I told her, she took a large intake of breath like that was a surprise.
“Not the popo. Please Zen, damn it I meant Zayn, not the popopopo…” she trailed off.
“Then stop acting like an idiot.” I told her.
“But Zen I don't want to.” she stated.
“Come on Jamie-”
“Look! A tattoo parlour! Oh my god I want to get a tattoo!” she started shouting again.
“You’re not getting tattoo, not while you’re drunk.” I told her. She started hyperventilating again. “The shop is probably closed.” I added.
“It said-” *hiccup* “-24-” *crying* “-hours.” Okay, there is no way I can convince her.
“Could we go back to the tattoo parlour?” I asked the driver.
“Are you sure? She is drunk after all…” the driver trailed off.
“She wanted one before she was drunk, there is no way I am going to be able to change her mind.” I told him.
“Okay, your funeral dude.” The driver said as he turned the car around and went parked in front of the parlour.
“YAY! I'm getting another tattoo!” she squealed, all happy again as she got out of the car and tripped over her own feet. I was soon by her side helping her up and walking behind her as she went into the parlour. “I would like a tattoo please.” She stated to the person behind the desk, acting sober. She was doing pretty well since she hadn’t fallen over or gotten overly emotional yet.
“Okay, down that way.” The person responded.
“I'm going with her.” I said slipping after Jamie without hearing any protest.
“So, what can I do for you baby girl?” the tattoo artist asked, and I wasn’t creeped out by their nickname for Jamie because the artist was a girl.
“Zayn, what do you wanna get?” Jamie asked me.
“I don't want anything, I’ve told you that already.” I reminded her.
“Oh, well, give me your arm. I want something that you’ve got.” She stated, almost ripping my arm from my body. She inspected my forearm closely, seeing what she would want. “Oh my god yes! I’ll have that! The thing that means balance or whatever.” She said, pointing to what she wanted.
“Yin and Yang?” I asked her.
“Yeah! That!” she shouted in response.
“Alright sweetheart, where do you want it?”
“Right where he has it.”
***
“I got another tattoo!” Jamie shouted as we left the place. “Look at it! It’s so cute! And it means balance and equality and has a fancy name and now we have matching tattoos that are even in the same place and oh my god! I want to have shower.” Well, that subject changed suddenly.
“Babe, I think you need to go to bed.” I corrected her.
“No! Not bed yet! We haven’t stayed up for 24 hours.” She responded.
“I think that was a terrible plan anyway…” I trailed off.
“I never come up with a terrible plan. Look, we went to a club, I got a tattoo, I compared us to birds… not necessarily in that order, but still! I am pure genius!” she said.
“We have to go to the left now.” I told her as we walked back to the hotel since it wasn’t too far away.
“What is left?” she asked. “Oh my god, I don't remember what left means…” she started hyperventilating again. “I don't belong in this universe! Is ‘left’ the opposite of ‘up’ or ‘down’?!” she shouted.
“’Up’ is the opposite of ‘down’.” I reminded her.
“Then what is ‘left’ the opposite of?” she said, looking like she was about to have a heart attack.
“The opposite of ‘right’, okay?” I checked with her, if possible her eyes became wider.
“What is ‘right’?” she asked as her tears started to water. “Zen?... Damn it, Zayn?”
“You want an easy way to remember?” I asked her, walking behind her. She nodded her head. “Alright.” I stood behind her and grabbed her hands and held them in front of her, her back was against my chest. “Okay, this hand is your right hand. This one is your left. The way you can remember this is that with your left hand, if you put your fingers together, but stick your thumb out it makes an ‘L’ that stands for ‘left’.”
Okay, so we are just in the middle of the street at about three in the morning while I teach Jamie how to distinguish her lefts from her rights. “Are you gonna be able to remember that?” I asked her.
“I’ll try my best.” She stated, she sighed in content as I ran my hands up her arms. I then started pushing her gently in the direction of the hotel.
“Okay, door to your right.” I instructed as we got inside by whispering in her ear, looking at the door to our small apartment like thing. She looked down at her hands and stuck both her hands out.
“You know how that thing back there was supposed to help me?” she asked.
“Yeah…” I trailed off, not knowing what she was getting at here.
“I don't remember what an ‘L’ looks like.” She stated.
“Okay, let’s just go this way.” I started to direct her to the door and to the bedroom.
“Zen, I still want to shower.” She stated, taking off her shirt and moving towards the bathroom.
“Nonono, time for bed.” I instructed.
“Nononono. Time for shower.” She said, taking off her skinny jeans after taking off her shoes. Great, I have an overtired and drunk Jamie who is standing in her underwear while letting her hair down as she walked into the bathroom.
Well, with that in mind… I'm going to bed.

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