One Shots: Bailey & Zayn
Bailey & Zayn
My eyes met his from across the room, a look of pure want transferring from him to me regardless of the distance between us. I moved my hips faster, causing them to rub up against the strangers surrounding me from all sides as I threw my hands up in the air, pounding them along to the beat. I lost myself in the music just as all those around me were reluctantly celebrating the loss of the summer.
I opened my eyes again as the pounding dance song came to an end, causing all those around me to abandon their spots on the makeshift dance floor as they went off in search of more drinks. I was alerted to the sudden presence of another person as I looked into the eyes of the boy across the room, now much closer to me than before. Flashing on my trademark smirk, I boldly murmured to him, “Like what you see?”
And with that, I left him with a gaping expression as I turned on my heel, rushing out to the backyard, hoping to hear trademark footsteps as the boy followed me. I smiled as they did. Stripping off my cutoff white shorts and loose tank top to reveal the bikini underneath, I performed a high dive into the dark pool in front of me, thankful in that moment that I preferred the high that came from dancing over that which came from alcohol.
Staying underwater for as long as possible, reveling in the utter peace found there, I eventually came up to the surface, seeing my bright blue eyes reflected in the surface of the water beneath me, pure happiness showing in them. I looked up as I heard a soft splash.
Stopping treading for a moment as I froze from the sudden noise, I was reminded of the presence of another person as I saw the boy sit down on the edge of the pool, looking me over with cool satisfaction, and wading his lower legs in the cool depths of the water.
Swimming softly over, I lay wading on my back within a small distance of him, all previous inhibition forgotten. Looking up at the stars, I whispered to myself, “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”
Looking up to the boy, I heard him reply, “Yeah, they are,” with his eyes straight on mine.
Starting with intrigue, I swam over, putting my hand on the ledge next to him. ”You’re not like most boys, are you?”
Smiling softly, eyes never leaving mine, he responded quietly, “I’d hope not.”
“Bailey,” I stated, hand out expectantly toward his.
“Zayn, ” he responded, accepted my offer as he grasped my hand in a cool shake.
Surprised by the nearly electric shock I had received upon the gesture, I swam backwards, scared by the amount of chemistry found in a courteous gesture that had not been matched all night with dancing much less polite.
Putting a safe amount of distance between the two of us, I gasped as I saw the truest sign of summer, of happiness and hope flash above me. A shooting star. Looking over at the boy who had somehow earned my trust faster than most in the world, I whispered in an awestruck voice, “Zayn, what do you wish for?”
Pausing for a moment, he followed the path of the star as he said, ”I wish for your happiness,” he said. “Hopefully with me, but if not, with anything in the world that can do so.”
I suppose in the end, some wishes do come true.
Hope you enjoyed it Bailey, thanks for your patience!
xx Tessa
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