Zayn Malik was a rockstar, on the peak of his career. He's been in the music industry since he was seventeen. He's seen it all, the afterparties that went way past dawn, where the booze never ran out and the drugs were handed out like candy.

Zayn comes into an after party and approaches the car, putting a cigarette between his lips as he sees a young girl standing next to him and shakes his head.

"Aren't you a little too young to be here?" Zayn muttered, his voice flat, detached, as he downed the shot in front of him without a second glance. He'd seen this scene play out too many times to care.