Zayn's mind was elsewhere as he danced and mindlessly flirted with an annoying brunette who wouldn't leave him alone.
Alex Soren was messing up his mind badly. All he could do was think about this girl, all day and all night. It drove him absolutely insane, but at the same time, he loved it. That same questing kept popping into his head, pressing into his nerves.
Does she love me?
Zayn spotted Niall across the dance floor, grinding with a pretty chick. He caught Zayn's eye and flashed a thumbs up before whispering something in the girl's ear. Damn it, Zayn thought. It looked so easy to get lost in this club, forget about everything, but God Damn it, Alex Soren would not stop pestering him.
Then he heard a muffled shout followed by a bang. A few people turned to a door across the club and frowned at each other, before drowning their feelings and drowning in the crowd. Zayn apologised to the brunette who shouted after him, and strode with purpose towards the door. Someone was in trouble, and he wasn't about to ignore it.
Zayn pushed the door open. It was a room for "privacy", where lovers could get freaky and not be disturbed. The room smelt of lust and love, although it was clear the occupants of this room had none of these feelings.