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my head throbbed when i woke up and the light hurt my eyes. i whined and turned to the other side of the bed, only to collide with another body. i quickly sat up and opened my eyes. 
                          
"what the..." 
                          
the body laying beside me belonged to no other than zayn fucking malik and we were both naked. i rubbed my eyes to make sure that i was seeing correctly. this can't be happening. did we hook up? i don't remember anything from last night. 
                          
i got up and grabbed all clothes. i locked myself in the bathroom to put them back on. i looked at myself in the mirror and holy shit i'm such a mess. why the hell did i wear heels last night to the concert? i am never wearing heels again, and i am definitely never drinking again. 
                          
when i was walking out i saw the bed empty and i cursed under my breath. just my luck, i have to face him. i headed towards the door, but his voice stopped me. 
                          
"leaving so soon, love? i thought you would want breakfast in bed." 
                          
i turned to him, he had a cup of coffee in his hands and was smirking at me. i could use a cup of coffee. i dropped my purse onto the couch next to the door and walked to the small kitchen. he gave me a cup before going back to his own. 
                          
damn him for being so flawless. even in the morning his hair looks perfect and the way his tattoos look in person makes me want to commit last night's mistake all over again.
                          
"how do you not have a hangover?" i asked. "my head is killing me over here."
                          
"i didn't have much to drink. two or three beers, at most."
                          
i furrowed my eyebrows. if i barely remembered last night, i must have been drunk off my ass. he fucked me knowing i was drunk and he wasn't? i am never drinking again.
                          
i was so deep in my thoughts that i didn't realize when he trapped me between himself and the counter. "i was thinking we could go for a round 2 now."
                          
i scrunched up my nose, i was absolutely disgusted. "fuck you."
                          
with that, i dropped my cup on the sink and walked out the door, but not before hearing him say, "you already did last night!"
                          
ugh, i was also disgusted with myself. i can't believe i let someone do that. but then again, it was zayn malik, and i was pretty drunk. 
                          
i took my phone out of my purse, it was already noon. my parents would kill me if i went home now, i'm just going to call up zabdiel and see if i could stay with him for the rest of the day.
                          
"zab! how are you? i hope you're doing great, i'm doing just fine. can i come over? i sort of woke up on a hotel and my parents would kill me if they saw me getting home now with last night's clothes." i rushed out before he could say a word. 
                          
i could faintly hear him chuckling. "of course, you know you're always welcome here. who did you sleep with this time?"
                          
i gasped as i walked towards his house. "what do you mean this time? this is the first time i sleep with someone, pendejo." 
                          
"lovely language, i wonder what your mom would say if she heard you."
                          
i rolled my eyes. "shut up. i'm almost there, see you in a bit."
                          
"alright, see ya."
                          
i hung up and slipped my phone back into my purse. i slid my shoes on and decided to keep walking barefoot. if i had to take another step in these damned heels i would rather cut my feet off.
                          
zabdiel's mother let me in, telling me that zabdiel was in his room with one of his bandmates. 
                          
"isa!" zabdiel yelled as soon as he saw me. 
                          
"hola isa, how are you?" christopher smiled. 
                          
i had seen him a couple days ago when he arrived with zabdiel. we quickly became friends and zabdiel jokingly said that he was getting jealous. 
                          
"we were gonna go to the beach in a bit, wanna join?"
                          
"sure, if you drop me off at my house so i can change."
                          
"were you at zayn's concert last night?" christopher asked. 
                          
i nodded enthusiastically. "i was, i can't believe i finally got to see him." 
                          
but then i remembered what happened this morning. i grimaced. my favorite artist turned out to be such a pig, i was disgusted. 
                          
zabdiel grabbed his keys. "well, vámonos if we wanna come back early."
                          
"damn, alright grandpa. we will be home before dinner." 
                          
zabdiel rolled his eyes while christopher and i laughed at him.