Zayn’s POV (In January, on the 12th. Why yes, on his birthday.)
“GUYS!” I heard Jamie shout. “This is not what I told you to do!”
“But we’re having fun!” Codie shouted back, running like a maniac and pulling Louis with her.
“But the fun wasn’t organised!” Jamie shouted in return, standing by my side and holding my hand.
“I'm improvising!” Codie responded, dragging Niall along with her on her spontaneous adventure through the forest.
“Codie! We have to be back before Harry and Amelie actually end up having children that aren’t planned!” Jamie responded.
“Oh whatever! I'm going on a motherf*cken adventure!” Codie responded colourfully, she had already had a few drinks and was not giving a single shit of what Jamie had planned for my birthday. I actually don't know what’s happening for my birthday, they’ve just been dragging me around everywhere. I don't actually remember the first half of the day, since I was just happy that my girl had turned up… actually I was beyond happy. I was damn well over the moon.
“Oh my god, why can’t anyone stick to a well thought through plan?” Jamie asked me.
“I wish I could respond, but I don't even know what the plan is.” I answered.
“But that’s why you stick to it, because you don't know when your revoking it or going along with it.” She grumbled.
“Hey Jamie, Liam and I are going back to the cars. We’ll see you when you get back.” Clarisse said before running away.
“I think I need to scream…” Jamie trailed off.
“If you wanna scream, then scream. I won’t judge.” I told her. I swear for the next two minutes she let out a frustrated scream that sent birds flying and animals probably running.
“There was so much more that I had planned… and then we were going to finish with presents.” She stated, now calm after her scream. We kept walking and lost track of time, I doubt either of us were actually worrying about where we were.
“Maybe we should cut the day short and just go home for presents then.” I offered.
“But… but…” she tried to string a sentence together, I just looked at her again. “Okay.”
“Good, now where was the car again?” I asked her.
“Uh, that’s an excellent question…” she trailed off.
“Please don't tell me we’re lost.” I stated.
“Happy birthday!” she shouted, smiling awkwardly.
“We’re lost.” I realised as she said ‘happy birthday’. Shit. “Some people get socks for their birthday, but I get lost in the f*cken forest.” I complained.
“Hey! You are with your girlfriend. Just remember that socks are normally given by grandmas.” Jamie reminded me, pointing a threatening finger.
“Sorry for comparing those two things.” I apologised, trying to figure out which path we had come down.
“Right, do you have any idea where we came from?” She asked, grabbing my hand.
“Well, if we were facing that way then we must have come that way.” I said, turning and facing different ways.
“But this clearing looks the same in every direction, and since the sun has mysteriously disappeared behind a cloud it’s getting hard to see.” She pointed out.
“Right, what about footprints? Let’s track ourselves.” I stated.
“Dude, there are leaves covering the ground and it’s starting to rain.” She has to pick apart all of my plans doesn’t she?
“Okay, well, can’t we call someone?” she grabbed her phone out as droplets of water start falling from the sky.
“No reception.” She told me.
“Well this is a tad too cliché for my liking. First we get lost, now there’s no phone reception and it’s starting to rain. Next in the movies, the rain turns into a full on thunderstorm and so the guy and the girl run around trying to find shelter when they stumble upon an abandoned shack that happens to have a perfectly made bed, a fireplace and dry wood with matches inside and dry clothes with towels.” I said, and just as I finished I saw a bright flash of light and then heard the rumble of thunder. “Perfect.” I said sarcastically.
“Blame yourself. You jinxed us.” She pointed out as the rain became heavier and another, louder, round of thunder sounded. She screamed as another thunder roll was even closer than the last one. “Zayn! I don't like thunderstorms very much!” she shouted as the sound of rain was nearly deafening.
“Okay, let’s try and find shelter!” I shouted back as I could start to feel the rain chill me to my bones. As she stood there blankly I began to pull her under the trees and continued running. “If we find a stupid forest shack thing I reckon I might stab something.” I muttered to myself.
“Look! There’s a shack!” Jamie shouted, pointing at something that was looking awfully a lot like a shack. Well, I have to find something to stab now. And something to stab it with.
“Well let’s go in there then!” I shouted back, hoping there wouldn’t be a serial killer or something along those lines in there. We got to the door, which just so happened to be unlocked, and got inside, while the roof was still perfectly fine even though this has to be at least a century old. When the door closed the sound of the storm outside was deafened a little, and we both stood there shivering in our drenched clothes.
“Well, I'm going to try and find some dry clothes and a towel. I’ll bring some for you if I find any.” Jamie told me, using her phone to light the way.
“Well, I’ll try and start a fire or something, and figure out the lighting in here.” I responded, getting my phone out and putting my flashlight app on. I first looked around the room as I heard Jamie leave, trying to find a switch or some candles. Well, with the amount of cliché shit happening I bet that there are only old style candles in here. I kept looking around the room, and went into the next one, which I think was a kitchen, and looked through all of the drawers. I found a box of damn candles and went back into the other room to find candle holders. I did find them, and I found two full boxes of matches.
This keeps getting more and more cliché.
I lit the candles around the room so I could see and I got some wood for the fireplace. I managed to get a fire going as Jamie walked into the room. She was wearing a cliché, oversized shirt and a pair of cliché, perfect sized, pair of skinny jeans. She had her hair down in waves that were drenched through and a towel in her hand that she kept rubbing through her hair. In her other hand was a small bag that she threw at me.
“There’s a towel and clothes in there that I hope will fit you.” She told me as she moved towards the fire. “God damn it’s cold in here.” She muttered as I left the room to change. When I came back she was sitting on the musty couch with her hair up in a bun that was bound to fall out at any given movement. I quickly dried my hair with the towel and went to sit next to her.
“So, you thought it was cliché before… how are you feeling about it now?” I heard Jamie ask.
“Well, is there a perfectly made bed?” I responded with a question.
“You betcha. I went through every room, and found a room with a perfectly made bed that seems to be covered in a thin layer of dust.” She explained.
“Let’s put this simply… I'm creeped out beyond all shit.”
Jamie’s POV
We had been in the abandoned shack for a while, my phone died, his phone still has 10%. We were running out of candles and matches. The fire was still going strongly, and so was the damned storm. It hadn’t let down yet, and I doubt it would until tomorrow. Our friends were either worried sick or laughing, Codie is probably still drunk or something.
“I wonder if they have food or something.” Zayn said, getting up off the ‘couch’ and walking into the ‘kitchen’. As he left I stood up and ran to the ‘bedroom’ where I had left my real clothes. In my pocket I had his present that I was planning on giving him when everyone else did. Well… sometimes plans change. I got out the present and ran back, getting to the ‘lounge room’ before he did.
He came in carrying what looked like stale bread and a bottle of some form of alcohol. “Is that rum?” I asked him.
“So you don't care about the food?” he asked, giving me the ‘bread’.
“This… has mould on it.” I said, throwing it towards the fireplace. The bread landed straight in the fire, and we watched as it started to burn.
“Rum m’lady?” Zayn asked as he handed me the bottle, which was still closed.
“You can’t open it can you?” I responded.
“Nope.” He answered, popping the ‘p’. I tried to get the lid off, and was very happy when I did, taking the first drink from it. I struggled to swallow. “Damn it that’s strong.” I managed to say.
“Well, I don't know what to do now.” As I tried to take another sip of the rum, it made my eyes water but the warmth I was getting from it is worth it.
“Why don't I give you your present?” I asked him.
“I thought that would have been in the car or something…” he trailed off.
“No, I brought it with me.” I corrected his trail of thought.
“Oh, well… I’ll have it then.” He said, seeming a little tired.
“Oh, will you now?” I stated.
“I would like to gain it?” he said, a little confused.
“That’s better.” I got the little wrapped present and handed it too him. “I know it’s tiny, but I get the feeling you’ll love it.” I told him.
“Do you now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yep.” I responded as he started to unwrap it.
“Oh god.” Was the response he could come up with.
“So you like it?” I checked as he held up the bracelet at his eye level.
“I'm not sure how to feel about this…” he trailed off.
“Feel great about i-”
“It has ‘Veronica’ written on it.” He cut me off.
“And you’re point is?...” I asked.
“It’s an ID bracelet that has ‘Veronica’ written on it. I'm sorry if I'm unsure of how I feel about this.” he stated, still looking at it.
“Can you quit staring and put it on already?!” I shouted in frustration as another roll of thunder was heard. As I put the bracelet on, a flash of light came from outside before it was followed by another bout of thunder. The storm was slowly passing, and as I checked for any form of reception on Zayn’s phone after I had put the bracelet on, I found that we had a single bar.
“ZAYN ZAYN ZAYN ZAYN ZAYN!” I shouted as I quickly unlocked the screen, turned location services on and found Louis’ phone number before sending him a text.
“What?” he asked me.
“Oh, we just had a tiny bit of reception so I sent Louis a message that they can search for us tomorrow. I had location services on, I'm not sure if that would help or not…” I trailed off.
“We still have so long until tomorrow.” He said, running his hands through his hair in frustration as more thunder rolled in the distance. I drank a bit more rum, still loving the warmth that I get from it but hating the strength of the alcohol.
“Let’s make it fun then.” I stated, trying to use a ‘sexy’ voice (but probably failing) as I climbed onto his lap.
“Jamie, we are not doing anything like that here.” He told me.
“But the bed looks new, and it’s made with sheets and shit which is weird… it just has a layer of dust on it.” I winked at him when I said the second half of the sentence, like it was supposed to be something to get people going. I shuffled my hips around to get to a comfier position, making him take a sharp intake of breath before he buried his face into my neck and held onto my hips.
“No, not in this creepy as shack that is cliché as shit.” He groaned.
“But babe…” I trailed off, I still wasn’t comfy so I moved my hips just a tiny little bit… but I guess he felt it because I heard him moan.
“No.” he managed to say. I pushed his shoulders back so he would be leaning against the back of the couch. His eyes were darker than before, I could tell that I was having an effect on him… I wonder what would happen if I actually tried? I bit my lip lightly with my curious thought before I kissed him slowly. I jumped a little as a loud clap of thunder decided to make itself known. His grip on my hips tightened.
“Your holding me awfully tight for someone who doesn’t wanna live a little.” I told him, smirking as I rested my forehead on his.
“I don't want to do this here, but I don't want to let go. This is very problematic.” He said huskily.
“For you maybe…” I trailed off, shuffling my hips yet again and finally finding a comfortable spot.
“Self-control is already limited.” He stated like it meant something.
“Don’t hold back.” I told him. When he didn’t move, I stood up and decided to go to bed and attempt to sleep. I heard footsteps behind me, and as I turned to face the sound. I was pushed gently against the wall and pinned with my hands above my head. I don't even know how that happened, but it did. I don't know why Zayn was doing this, but I don't think I care.
“You know what, screw self-control.” He said, before kissing me hard and making my head hit the wall.
“I'm sure there’s something you would want to screw more than Little Miss Self-Control.” I said smugly as he pulled away.
“More like someone.” He corrected before lifting me up onto his waist as he held on tightly to my thighs. God damn this boy has some arm muscle.
“So… I’ll take an educated guess at how the night is going to end.” I said out loud, before I whispered the guess into his ear. When I looked back at his eyes they were even darker, yet so bright and sparkling at the same time.
“That was detailed…” he responded, before carrying me into the bedroom and dropping me onto the bed. “But it has given me some ideas.”

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