Walking down the street, you felt unease settle in your gut as a drunk man walked behind you, a bottle of beer in his hands as he whistled. He confused on with his weird remarks, making your more uncomfortable by the second

“Come party with me? I can show you how to have a good time sweetheart” he slurred out, making you clutch your keys, the man moving closer.

He stopped in his tracks, another man pulling up, his motorcycle revving quieting as he halted to as stop, taking off his helmet.

“Am I late, ma?” He spoke holding his hand out to you, glaring at the man. He got the hint as the creepy drunk finally walked away and your nervousness turned into city as you looked at the man.

“Zayn, and you?” The man you didn’t know spoke out, offering a gentle smile.