Rebellious Love
Gay Clubs and Fruity Drinks
Somehow Zayn and I end up in a club.
Which is fucking fantastic, because I am a wonderful dancer! (sarcasm intended).
I am, honest to god, the worst dancer ever lived. I'm already pretty clumsy, so when it comes to dancing it seems like I have little to no coordination. I remember being about four years old and my mother put me in a dance class. Let's just say it was a fucking disaster and my dance teacher has a restraining order against my mother. I shudder at the memories.
Zayn looks at me. "You okay?"
"Um, yeah..." I reply, but he seems unconvinced.
"What's wrong babe?" I sigh, seeing he's not going to let go.
"um. I can't dance...at all." I mumble out, embarrassed.
Zayn laughs, "Good thing this is a gay bar then."
"What?" I must've heard wrong. Gay bar?
Then I start to look around and notice that everyone here is dancing with the same sex. Well. This is awkward.
"C'mon let's get something to drink," Zayn grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd to the bar. We sit down on the stools and a bartender walks over to us.
"Zayn Malik! OHMYGOD no way!" The bartender says and flaps his hands. His gestures and high pitched voice say it all. He is obviously gay. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gay people, in fact my best friend was gay. I just love the way that they act, honestly they crack me up.
Zayn looks very uncomfortable, but smiles politely. "Oh um yeah, that's my name." He says and rubs the back of his neck.
"So handsome, goodness me." the bartender starts to fan his face with his hands and I bite down on my tongue to keep from laughing. "So what will it be for ya?"
Zayn orders some alcoholic drink I don't know about and the bartender hands it to him with a wink. Zayn is blushing furiously and my whole body is shaking with laughter.
"Shutup," he mutters and pushes me lightly. I fall off the stool and crack up even more. Zayn laughs at me as I stand up from the floor and I push him back.
I wipe the tears forming at the corners of my eyes from laughing. I haven't laughed that hard in.... I can't even remember when. As I'm sitting back down on the stool, the bartender places some sort of fruity drink in front of me. I look at him, confused.
"Oh sorry, I didn't order anything," I tell him politely and try to hand it back to the bartender. He grins at me.
"I know. They did." He points to two girls on the other side of the bar who wink at me and whistle. Oh. OH. It's my turn to blush furiously. I smile at the girls and nod my head politely. I down the drink and it is surprisingly good. I glance over at Zayn and see him laughing hysterically. He looks so stupid, his body shaking and no sound coming out of his smiling mouth, and yet he still looks hot. Damn that boy.
Zayn finally calms down and I glare at him. He chuckles again and I give him the finger.
Zayn holds his hands up as some sort of surrender.
"Whatever. You're just jealous that lesbians find me hot," I say and flip my hair dramatically.
Zayn laughs. "I don't blame them. I'm pretty sure you're turning some of the gay guys here too." I roll my eyes at him, "No. Seriously." Zayn nods his head towards something behind me and I look over my shoulder. He's right. A couple of guys are staring. But not at me. I turn back around and Zayn raises his eyebrows at me.
"They're staring at YOU dumbass." His eyes widen and I shove his shoulder playfully.
"Oh." Zayn's eyes are wide and his mouth forms a perfect 'o'. I giggle at him and glance in the direction he is staring. The guys that were staring at Zayn are now grinding against each other and beckoning Zayn over.
"Oh." I copy Zayn. Then something catches my eye. A stage is in the centre of the room and a sign lights up next to it.
"It's karaoke night! Go up there and sing Zaney boo!" I shout over the music and Zayn notices the stage too. He shakes his head side to side quickly.
"Hell no." Zayn says and keeps shaking his head.
"Why the hell not? You sing all the time right? That's like you're career." I laugh. He can't be nervous, can he? He sings for millions of people, the crowd in the club is hardly that many.
"Singing for hormonal teenage girls and singing for gay and lesbian people are way different things, love," Zayn replies and he does look a bit nervous.
"Oh C'mon! Please? For me?" I widen my eyes and pout out my lip. I know my puppy face is working because Zayn sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Success.
Zayn stands up and runs his hands down his face. He looks at me and I smile.
"It'll be like giving me a concert except I don't have to pay a million dollars!" I shout with a grin.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Zayn shakes his head and downs his alcohol in one go.
"That's the spirit! Go get 'em tiger!" I yell as he starts to walk towards the stage and I slap his ass playfully. He shakes his head at me, amused. Zayn starts to make his way through the crowd then looks back at me. I wink at him and he grins.
I watch him tell the Dj something then Zayn finally gets to the stage and walks to the microphone.
This should be interesting.
"Um. 'Ello. I'm Zayn Malik and um I'm gonna...sing." Zayn stutters out, and I notice his accent is stronger when he's nervous. He's so cute. Zayn glances at me and I give him the thumbs up.
The Dj begins to speak, "Alright give it up for Zayn!" the crowd begins to cheer and scream. I find myself whooping along with them.
The lyrics begin to fill the screen and I laugh at his song choice. You've got to be shitting me.
Which is fucking fantastic, because I am a wonderful dancer! (sarcasm intended).
I am, honest to god, the worst dancer ever lived. I'm already pretty clumsy, so when it comes to dancing it seems like I have little to no coordination. I remember being about four years old and my mother put me in a dance class. Let's just say it was a fucking disaster and my dance teacher has a restraining order against my mother. I shudder at the memories.
Zayn looks at me. "You okay?"
"Um, yeah..." I reply, but he seems unconvinced.
"What's wrong babe?" I sigh, seeing he's not going to let go.
"um. I can't dance...at all." I mumble out, embarrassed.
Zayn laughs, "Good thing this is a gay bar then."
"What?" I must've heard wrong. Gay bar?
Then I start to look around and notice that everyone here is dancing with the same sex. Well. This is awkward.
"C'mon let's get something to drink," Zayn grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd to the bar. We sit down on the stools and a bartender walks over to us.
"Zayn Malik! OHMYGOD no way!" The bartender says and flaps his hands. His gestures and high pitched voice say it all. He is obviously gay. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gay people, in fact my best friend was gay. I just love the way that they act, honestly they crack me up.
Zayn looks very uncomfortable, but smiles politely. "Oh um yeah, that's my name." He says and rubs the back of his neck.
"So handsome, goodness me." the bartender starts to fan his face with his hands and I bite down on my tongue to keep from laughing. "So what will it be for ya?"
Zayn orders some alcoholic drink I don't know about and the bartender hands it to him with a wink. Zayn is blushing furiously and my whole body is shaking with laughter.
"Shutup," he mutters and pushes me lightly. I fall off the stool and crack up even more. Zayn laughs at me as I stand up from the floor and I push him back.
I wipe the tears forming at the corners of my eyes from laughing. I haven't laughed that hard in.... I can't even remember when. As I'm sitting back down on the stool, the bartender places some sort of fruity drink in front of me. I look at him, confused.
"Oh sorry, I didn't order anything," I tell him politely and try to hand it back to the bartender. He grins at me.
"I know. They did." He points to two girls on the other side of the bar who wink at me and whistle. Oh. OH. It's my turn to blush furiously. I smile at the girls and nod my head politely. I down the drink and it is surprisingly good. I glance over at Zayn and see him laughing hysterically. He looks so stupid, his body shaking and no sound coming out of his smiling mouth, and yet he still looks hot. Damn that boy.
Zayn finally calms down and I glare at him. He chuckles again and I give him the finger.
Zayn holds his hands up as some sort of surrender.
"Whatever. You're just jealous that lesbians find me hot," I say and flip my hair dramatically.
Zayn laughs. "I don't blame them. I'm pretty sure you're turning some of the gay guys here too." I roll my eyes at him, "No. Seriously." Zayn nods his head towards something behind me and I look over my shoulder. He's right. A couple of guys are staring. But not at me. I turn back around and Zayn raises his eyebrows at me.
"They're staring at YOU dumbass." His eyes widen and I shove his shoulder playfully.
"Oh." Zayn's eyes are wide and his mouth forms a perfect 'o'. I giggle at him and glance in the direction he is staring. The guys that were staring at Zayn are now grinding against each other and beckoning Zayn over.
"Oh." I copy Zayn. Then something catches my eye. A stage is in the centre of the room and a sign lights up next to it.
"It's karaoke night! Go up there and sing Zaney boo!" I shout over the music and Zayn notices the stage too. He shakes his head side to side quickly.
"Hell no." Zayn says and keeps shaking his head.
"Why the hell not? You sing all the time right? That's like you're career." I laugh. He can't be nervous, can he? He sings for millions of people, the crowd in the club is hardly that many.
"Singing for hormonal teenage girls and singing for gay and lesbian people are way different things, love," Zayn replies and he does look a bit nervous.
"Oh C'mon! Please? For me?" I widen my eyes and pout out my lip. I know my puppy face is working because Zayn sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Success.
Zayn stands up and runs his hands down his face. He looks at me and I smile.
"It'll be like giving me a concert except I don't have to pay a million dollars!" I shout with a grin.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Zayn shakes his head and downs his alcohol in one go.
"That's the spirit! Go get 'em tiger!" I yell as he starts to walk towards the stage and I slap his ass playfully. He shakes his head at me, amused. Zayn starts to make his way through the crowd then looks back at me. I wink at him and he grins.
I watch him tell the Dj something then Zayn finally gets to the stage and walks to the microphone.
This should be interesting.
"Um. 'Ello. I'm Zayn Malik and um I'm gonna...sing." Zayn stutters out, and I notice his accent is stronger when he's nervous. He's so cute. Zayn glances at me and I give him the thumbs up.
The Dj begins to speak, "Alright give it up for Zayn!" the crowd begins to cheer and scream. I find myself whooping along with them.
The lyrics begin to fill the screen and I laugh at his song choice. You've got to be shitting me.
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