You know what's stupid?

When you wake up with a hangover and a broken arm.

Like my situation right now.

Gosh, Addison, way to screw things up.

See, I just started University last week At San Francisco and what have I gotten myself into already.

Without thinking, my hands travel to where I was lying on and touched something hard. It was a struggle, since my head hurts like hell.

It felt weird. It felt like lumps. The texture was soft, like skin.

Are these abs?

Wait a minute.

I open my eyes, neglecting my headache, and jerk up.  My vision was still a bit blurry but came into focus after some time. I was lying on a very uncomfortable bed, and look to my right, only to see remains of what seemed like a scene from an after party. I turn to the left side of the bed, where a little bit of light shone through the blinds and;

God damn.

Is that....

Zayn Malik?

What?

Even in such a shock, the first thing that I noticed is his heavily tattooed body. Thankfully, he was deeply asleep, with an opened mouth, snoring.

What am even I doing here? With a Zayn Malik?

My eyes went to his crotch and lower part and see that he's completely naked.

My eyes widened and I look away quickly, feeling a bit embarrassed, though, he doesn't see me. I feel my cheeks burn and held a laugh.

I mean, come on, he's Zayn Malik!

Upon sudden realization, however, I turn to look at myself and was relieved that I wasn't naked, and still wore the clothes that I owned.

Not getting the chance to take everything in, I stood up, then felt my arm twist like hell.

"Ow." I grumbled.

The pain eased a bit and I held my elbow.

A hangover and a broken arm too?

Great.

Placing the thought of my broken arm aside, I begun to look for my bag -which surprisingly, I remember that I brought- and as I skim through the room I was in, it smelled badly like alcohol and puke.

Red and blue cups were everywhere, with few balloons, and clothes. I'm guessing I went to this party unintentionally -because I don't usually go to these - and magically wake up with a naked Zayn Malik.

Amazing innit?

For at around three solid minutes of finding my bag, I finally located it near the door. I snatched it quickly and took one swift glance back at Zayn.

I swear, my face turned pale white as soon as I saw him at the edge of the bed, his hand on his head, squinting at me. The first thing that came into my mind was to run and get the hell outta there, and my reflexes were quick enough.

Man, I never thought I'd be in this situation. I'm still baffled with a this whole thing happening, but I need to focus on getting out of this place first.

I turn to leave the room, and immediately ran for the door. I stopped in my tracks though, because Goddamn, this place is so fancy and huge. My mouth hang open, as I sort of tried to take in what was going on. 

After like, ten seconds, I kept going, picking up some pace, and just slowly and quietly walked through a couple of passed out strangers, realizing that Zayn wasn't even after me. I exit the house, and as I catch my breath, I didn't really understood where I was.

It was a some sort of urban neighborhood, which I find weird because I live in a rural place.

I spot someone jogging, and quickly ran to catch up.

"Hey!" I yell.

The guy turned around, stopping in his position, still jogging.

"Do you know what this place is?" I say, in between my breaths.

The guy looks at me weird but answers anyway. "Los Angeles, Honey."

Crap.

-

"What do you mean you're at Los Angeles? Quit playing, Addison." Piper scolds.

"Lower your voice." I whisper into my phone and tapped my foot impatiently. "And I'm not playing around. I really am in Los Angeles."

"How?" His voice rang, sounding very unimpressed.

"I don't even know. Just please come and get me here." I plead. "Please. Please."

"Are you crazy? That's like five and a half hour drive. I don't drive that long." He complains.

"Come on. You're the only one I know. Just please fetch me here. I'll text you the exact address." Without hearing his response, I hung up.

After texting Piper, I shoved my phone in my bag and stared blankly at the menu displayed on the café where I was on.

It's noon now, four hours since I woke up. My hangover was gone but slightly comes back every once in a while. I have a cast on my left arm, since I went to the hospital  earlier to get it checked. It's still a mystery on how I got it though.

Everything is just so unbelievable. Many questions rang through my head, all unanswered. Anyone in my situation would ask the same question, like: why the fuck did I wake up with a naked Zayn Malik in a party at Los Angeles when I live in San Francisco?

But whatever, I'll figure that out soon, once this day has finished. I'll leave tomorrow's problem to tomorrow's me.

I stopped my thoughts and ordered coffee and cheesecake (while I'm at it), and just sat down, besides, I still have five hours to wait in this dull place.

I wander, looking at the window, still finding it hard to process the whole thing. It worries me that what if I had sexual intercourse with that Zayn Malik dude.

It'll be a big trouble once my Dad finds out. I'm barely nineteen, for Pete's sake.

I sigh, thinking of the possibilities.

"... Zayn Malik and Addison Wilde....."

As if on cue, I hear that fucking headline. My eyes widen, and I turn my gaze quickly to the small television hung on a wall. It was one of those gossips channel, displaying pictures of me looking tipsy, holding a cup. I'm surprised that they already know my name.

The house was definitely where I woke up earlier. Which was somewhat good, meaning, I didn't go to multiple places.

I neglect what the slutty reporter say about the whole ordeal and just focused on a bunch of pictures of myself.

I mean, it didn't looked that bad or controversial, but their hypothesis however, leaves me in shock.

"So that is it for Zayn Malik's new mystery girl, Addison Wilde."

I cringe as I whisper to myself. "I am not 'Zayn Malik's new mystery girl' or whatever the fuck."

And I would love to keep it that way.

**

After five boring hours of me waiting, I finally spot Piper's car arriving.

Finally.

I sat up, feeling my arse and back hurt.

I've been thinking all day on ways to clean all this mess up but I guess I'm still in shock, so my mind didn't give much of an answer.

I exit the cafe, with the staffs giving me weird looks. I don't blame them though, I've been there for like, six straight hours, looking out the window and spacing out.

The car stops, the passenger seat unlocks and opens, and I was greeted by Piper's disappointed face.

"What the fuck, Addison?"

-

A/N:

First chapter, done.

Not that good, I know. Cringey even. But Let me know what you guys think, leave a comment and vote :)

Still practicing with this whole new style of writing.

*Published and Edited (04-06-16)*