The moment we reached the famous club, my eyes fell on the bowling alley. "I wanna play!" I squeel. "Ok, then we shall!" He laughed as I was jumping in excitement. I loved bowling and seriously it's been so long since I've handled a ball like that. Liam comes walking towards us and instinctively he pulls me towards him and his arm grips my waist tight. "Who have you got here?" He asked curiously. Ah, Daddy directioner mode of course. But since it was club, he was supposed to be drunk but thankfully he was not. "A very cute girl who happens to share her birthday with mine." Zayn answers happily. Liam's brown eyes were back on me and I introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Ariel..." He gladly took my hand, not for a warm handshake but a gentle kiss on my cold fingers,

"Nice to meet you, Love." He greets with a smile and I smile back with a slight blush forming. Zayn seemed to get jealous by the glares Liam was getting who managed to ignore them. "Hey, no hitting on my girl." He protest angrily which made Liam step back. "Not hitting, man. Not hitting." He chuckled with his hands up. "So where are the other boys?" Zayn asked, desperate to shift the centre of attention from me to the boys. "Louis is busy making out with Eleanor, Niall is busy with his food and Harry passed out on the bar with tequila shots." "And the others?" "Partying in the other room... Anyways nice way to bail out on your own birthday party."

Zayn smirked with pride. "I know, right? She taught me the trick." He pointed. And his thumb pointed at me. "Hey!" I protest and Liam just shakes his head with silent laughter. "Anyways nice to meet you, mate. But I have to go... Gotta make sure nothing goes wrong." I nod with an understanding smile and he excuses himself.

"Let's play!" Zayn shouted playfully and I ended up giggling on the thought. God, he looks so cute. He picked up the white ball meanwhile I reset the scores. This was going to be epic fun.

He rolled the ball towards the shiny black bowling pins, knocking every single one of them except one. "Damn it!" He swore in frustration and I gave him an applaud which should do it's work of encouragement. "You play well!" I try to cheer him up. "Come here! I'll teach you how to play." I got up and skipped towards him. "First you put your fingers in the holes." His arm snaked around my waist while the other hand slid down my arm to hold my wrist as I put my two fingers and a thumb into the three holes as per his instructions.

As I pick the heavy thing up which nearly pulled me down, he pulled me close against his body, his breath tickling my neck. "Take a small run up and slide the ball towards the pins." He breathed into my ear. I could barely hear anything as my own heartbeat was beating loud, masking every word of his. I just nod and he leaves me. I let out a sigh as comfortability set in. And then I took a small run up and let go of the ball, which resulted all the pins to knock down. Way to go girl! I turned to look at him. He seemed surprised that I could do so well.

"Beginner's luck, I guess." He muttered with a shrug. "Actually I'm a pro."I tell him with a proud smile as I confirmed his thoughts as I could see that he bit his lower lip. I know that he only does that when he is deep thought or he really wants to looks sexy. Not that I'm not admitting it. "You forgot to mention it." He pointed out. "Maybe... But you do teach well." I compliment with a tease "Well, we'll see" he challenges as the game rolls in.

"I win!" I chirp happily, dancing all around him while he sighed in defeat. My score had been purr-fect while his staggered behind. Well, didn't I warn him? He just didn't bother to listen. But still that smirk refused to leave his lips. "See! Our drinks have come!" He twists the topic neatly. Both of us grab our own ordered drink. He, his treble whisky and me, my cranberry cocktail. And we ended up chilling in the lounge where no one was found to be there.

Since there was actually no one, we had the whole place to ourselves and we could chill the way he wanted to with our legs on the couch and occupying the whole place. Actually I had the couch occupied first so he pushed me down and sat on it himself. In sweet blissful revenge, I pulled him by the leg on to the floor and dragged him halfway towards the door. "Get up you, lazy bones." I shout with a pout. God, I can't believe it rhymes. I'm so rhymsical when I'm half drunk, half sober. Like druber. Or maybe sobunk. Na God, knows what I'm even saying. "No! Very Lazy!" He tried to kick me but he didn't even touch me. HeeHeeHee!

"Zayn, I wanna dance! And you cannot deprive the needs of a woman especially on her birthday!" I whine "Well, It's my birthday too." He argued with his eyes drooped low. "Well, you aren't a woman so you aren't allowed to argue." I snap back. He pouts. "Please! Let's enjoy!" I beg him. But he shakes his head, turns over and tries to hug the vast floor. "Please?" I say as I take a twirl only to end up tripping over his legs which made me fall next to him. The room was filled with innocent laughter. I sat up and he snuggled against my long, slender legs,his fingers enjoying the feeling of my soft skin on my thighs.

I slap his hand away. "Ouch!" And I giggle again. "Come!""No, I hate dancing!" He spoke in a childish voice as he turned his head away. "Please!" I beg him annoyingly that he would have no choice but to actually give in. He turned over and sat up. "Ok!" He gave up in frustration of me annoying him and I smiled in glee.

Pulled him to the adjoining room where every one was drunk-dancing And I joined them to. My body began to sway to the beat. Suddenly I turn around and he had disappeared. I looked around everything was hazy but I could only see drunk people dancing and no Zayn. Out of no where, the music lowered and I looked up to see Zayn stand with the deejay. He shouted "Vas Happenin, people?" Every one cheered happily, raising their glasses. "You guys are enjoying the party, aren't ya?" Again there was cheering, this time perhaps louder or maybe my ears were ringing. "Whatever. But I wanna dedicate this song to my girl here... Araya, this ones for you..." And the song played. I expected it to be a one d song but it wasn't. It was a mashup of Beyonce's crazy in love and Rihanna's bitch better have my money.

I scream. OMG, I love this song. Or I should say songs. I turn around. This time he was standing behind me, smiling. "OMG, how did you know? I love these songs." "I just know." he shrugs, pretending to be all modest. And again my body began to sway seductively. Just like how strangers dance in the bar. I put his hands on my waist and then put my hands in the air. For a moment I was lost in the worlds of dancing the next moment he pulls me and his lips crash mine. I wanted to push him away because I wanted to dance but then such sparks exploded that I melted into it and he pulled me closer, our bodies literally grinding against each other.