I stood there, staring out there. My hands clutched the railings tightly. My eyes searched the sea, sucking every particle of beauty under the bright light of the moon. The creek was dimly lit by the weak flickering street lights. And left the place empty with any living thing. People ceased to exist at that point of time. I guess they were too busy celebrating the simple as well as the complicated joys of life.

And here I was standing, all alone as my personal joys had been left aside, tempted to leave them untouched for good. It was my 21st birthday which was supposed to bring unusual joy between friends and family, not that it didn't. So today I was supposed to be treated like a princess. Get what I wish, excuse all the wrong doings. All that partiality only for one day. All the unneeded smiles for my cheeks to hurt. All that for one day. But what about the rest unmarked 364 days? Just treated like Little Miss Nobody. Doing a great job on my work title. But for today it was just a little extra. Extra fake over-acting. People attempted to make it special and that's exactly what I didn't want.

Why is it only Birthdays that you get treated like some celebrity but rest of the days go in vain? Why can't it all just be normal or just be special? All at once. Is life so unfair?

In an attempt of just making the way I want, I came here to my favourite place, the creek where I could find the peace and listen to the music of silence and watch the colours of calming peace and where people are bound not to find me.

Yeah, right now, people are finding for the 'birthday girl' which I can tell by the mad vibration of my phone but thankfully in its silent mode which is still quite irritating by the way. At that moment I just wanted to take my phone and throw it far away, in the depth where it would forever be buried in. A sigh of helplessness escaped my lips and suddenly some one's arms snaked around my waist. Shit! Someone found me.

Suddenly I was turned around by the waist and his lips attached mine, quite eagerly I must say. It had to be my boyfriend, who had job excuses to go for a trip to New York. So this had to be a surprise for my birthday. I smiled at the chance his lips left mine only to be found to be attacked again. My fingers entwined in his hair, clutching and pulling him closer till our bodies touched completely. Breaths mingled and intensity of this fire increased, getting hotter and higher. My eyes stayed closed, not willing to see the handsome face in front of me and our fore heads touched. I licked my lips, searching the softness of the lips that just left and realisation hit me hard.

This was NOT my boyfriend. I was going to pull away to look at the stranger but he pushed me back, saved by the railing and his lips attached to its new found counterpart. My one hand stuck to the railing, the second stayed on his neck, taping the Morse code of 'I LOVE YOU', imagining him to be my long lost boy friend, the one I truly loved and trying to get rid of the reality that I'm still kissing a stranger. His hand held on to the curve of my heart-shaped face and the other gripped my waist. His tongue begged for entry and I readily gave it, an act to be surprised on for I didn't seem to forget the fact that I was still with the unknown stranger and it was a kiss I was sharing.

His mouth tasted of pure mint and maybe a tinge of alcohol lingered. Truthfully I hated mint but when it comes in the form of kisses, it ends up being my favourite. His body grinded against mine and I was compelled to stay that way as the railing had barred my way. My eyes stayed close the whole time afraid to reveal the man who used me on my 21st birthday. So to my luck! His lips left mine and he stepped back but my eyes still refused to open. I didn't even bother to know who the stranger was that now stood in front of me. I was so scared to face the reality. Please tell me he ran away. I think I have given him enough time to do so.

A chuckle could be heard. "You can open your eyes, you know?" A deep voice urged. I listened to him, resulting for my eyes to open slowly which revealed a young brunette man. His long brown hair which must've taken a lot of time to set was now completely messed up and his cute brown eyes contained all the sparks it could generate. His lips formed a sexy smirk and his apparel gave away all his boyish charm of the famous Bradford Bad Boy. My face brought out the expression of awe, shock and confusion my mind contained, all at the same time.

"You're Zayn!" I murmur incredulously. "You're the Zayn Malik." "The one and only." His smirk grew wider. I turned away from him, facing the endless sea. "Oh. My. God. I can't believe this." I mutter to myself. His hand appeared on my shoulder. "Hey, are you ok?" His concern showed off. I turned to him with a smile and realised that the distance between us just started to narrow down and he leaned. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just hyperventilating." Taking a deep breath of air, I hint him that I really respect my private space. Thankfully he did understand. And at that moment I wanted to walk away.

When I thought I did, he followed my foot steps and caught my pace. Again he was unbelievably close that I could smell the perfume he put on and our hands kept brushing by the touch again and again.

"So what are you doing here? Don't you have a concert to be in?" I ask in an eager voice, trying to break the awkward silence. "Ummm... Actually the concert got over and the boys have decided to celebrate. Guess I just wasn't in the mood and came here for some fresh air." He admitted. I hope he knew what fresh air actually meant "Sorry, I forgot..." I turned and brought my hand forth. "Happy Birthday!" He pulled my hand in for a bear-crushing hug. The strong scent he wore filled my nostrils. "Zayn... Can't breathe..." I splutter. He left me as a grin appeared on his face as I dramatically gasped for air.

"Sorry!' He tries to come up with his apologetic face but his voice gave it away. He was too cheery. Though I think it should be the other way round. Again we continued our walk...