Zayn's about to take me to see the whole city from the top of the world. Well, not exactly the top of the world, but you know, pretty close.

I'm a tiny bit drunk, but not a lot. All I know is my boyfriend is hot as hell, and his hands are all over me. It's kind of distracting, honestly, but I'm not gonna tell him that. Maybe I should tell him that.

I decide against it but nudge him and tell him I'm going to the bathroom. "I'll walk you." He says. He wraps a protective arm around my waist, and we walk to the bathroom together. Z leans against the wall and waits for me as I head inside.

I'm a little wobbly on my own, but I make it to my stall and pee for literally 60 seconds. It feels great.

Once I'm done, I stare at myself in the mirror for a minute too long. I look hot. These pants fit me perfectly, hugging my hips just the right way. My shirt is technically lingerie, but it's modest enough to serve as a regular shirt.

I laugh at myself for admiring myself in the mirror and wash my hands, heading out to meet my man.

"Ready?" He asks, his eyes shamelessly raking down my body.

"Don't look at me like that," I murmur, tucking myself back into his chest.

He chuckles and snakes his arm back around my waist. "Was Jordyn in there?"

I shake my head, smirking. "They definitely went home. They couldn't stop touching each other."

Zayn nods with a laugh, and we're about to walk out before I realize I left my phone and purse at the bar. "I left my purse." I sigh.

Zayn leads us back to the bar, and no surprise there, my shit is gone. Great. I huff and sit back down on the stool, putting my head in my hands. My license and my key card for work are in there.

Zayn rubs my back calmingly. "Relax, baby. It can't be far. I'll find it." He goes to where the bartender is standing at the end of the bar. He talks to her for a minute before she walks away.

I look around the bar while we wait. So many different types of people, some are celebrating, some drowning their misery, some just watching the game. Everyone has their own story; it's so beautiful to think about.

My eyes stop on a man with a tall glass of beer in front of him, his face covered with a thick beard and a dark navy blue hoodie. When I look into his eyes, he's staring right at me. He doesn't look away as if he's been caught. He just continues to stare, a creepy smirk tugging at his lips.

I look back to Zayn. His eyes are on the bartender who is handing him my purse. I smile gratefully and rush over to him, feeling uneasy after that creepy man situation.

"She thought we left, so she moved it so no one would steal it," Zayn explains, handing me my purse and phone. The man is following me with his eyes, creeping me out even further.

"That was nice of her," I say gratefully, grabbing his hand and tugging him out of the bar quickly. I just want to get away from here.

"Everything okay, Scar?" Zayn asks, concern laced in his tone. We stop just in front of his car, and I nod.

"Just unlock the car, please," I say anxiously, my hand on the handle, ready to pull. He unlocks it, and we get in, Zayn's concerned eyes never leaving mine.

"What's wrong?" He grabs my face gently and turns me to face him.

I shake my head, smiling. "Nothing, just some creepy guy was staring at me. Let's just go."

Zayn frowns but complies anyway, grabbing my hand and starting the car. The drive is relatively quiet, the only sound coming from the nearly muted radio and the wind from Zayn's cracked window.

The wind blows in my hair and chills me a little, but I don't mind. He drives to whatever location he has in mind, nearly leaving the city before turning into a large parking lot in front of a very tall building.

"Where are we?" I ask, looking around. It doesn't seem like many other people are here.

Zayn parks and turns off the car, turning to face me. "It's a hotel. Fourteen floors, but it's on a hill, so it overlooks the entire city from the rooftop. I used to work here in college."

I furrow my brows. "You worked here? What did you do?"

"Front desk agent," he winks. "Let's go!" He opens his door and comes to the side, opening mine as well as I get out. I feel pretty sobered up, but I'm still a little tipsy. At least, that's what my body is telling me.

We walk inside, and Zayn recognizes the front desk agent, probably an old coworker, and he talks to the man for a second before he hands him something. It looks like a key.

Did he seriously just hand him over a key to the roof? How is this man so resourceful?

He turns around to face me, dangling the key with a bright smile. "Ready?"

I nod and head to the elevator with him, hand in hand. He presses the button to the fourteenth floor, and the doors close, leaving us alone.

Zayn turns to me and pushes me against the wall roughly, his lips crashing onto mine in the process. My hands wrap around the back of his neck, eventually tanging into his hair. This kiss isn't slow and passionate, it's hungry and lustful, and I know what we'll be doing once we get off this rooftop.

His lips move to my jaw and then my neck, sucking on my most sensitive spot as the elevator dings quietly as we pass each floor. I'm going to have a massive hickey at this rate.

The final ding alarms us that we're on the fourteenth floor, causing us to pull apart apprehensively. Zayn flashes me a cocky grin and then practically drags me out of the elevator. We walk down to the very end of the hall, stopping in front of a big steel door. Big black letters are saying, "Roof Access. Authorized Personnel Only."

Zayn pulls the key from his back pocket and unlocks the door, a loud creek breaking the silence as he pushes the door open. A large breeze washes over us as we step out.

I look up first, noticing the bright full moon above us as well as the few stars poking through the darkness. I've always loved the nighttime. Something about it is so comforting.

As we walk closer to the edge, I look out in front of us and gasp. "Oh, my God."

Zayn looks down, smiling brightly at me as he takes in my expression. I'm far too distracted by the view. You can see the whole city perfectly. We're not too high up, but we're level with most of the tall buildings. We're on the city's outskirts, elevated by some type of hill which gives us a better view than if we were directly in the city.

"This is breathtaking," Although the bustling sounds of Los Angeles still surround us, the tell-tale sounds of lively nature can be heard as well.

I watch the array of city lights flicker before us, accompanied by the painfully beautiful night sky. I feel so safe blanketed by the darkness of the night and the handsome man I call my boyfriend beside me. How could this night get any better?

We decide to sit on the edge of the building, Zayn's hand clutching mine tightly as our legs dangle off the side. When I look down, I see numerous cars driving by, many picking up speed to avoid the daunting red lights that cover the long road.

I rest my head on Zayn's shoulder, letting the serene feeling I'm having take over. I haven't felt this at peace in a long time.

A year ago, I wouldn't have trusted myself to come onto a rooftop. Hell, six months ago, I wouldn't have trusted myself. It's a scary thought, and honestly, sometimes I still have those days where freefalling off a skyscraper doesn't sound half bad.

I know that's the depression talking. It's still there, even though I can honestly say that I have never been this happy. It doesn't matter how happy I get, though. It will always be there.

I choose not to think about that right now, though. Instead, I grab my boyfriend's handsome face and pull his lips to mine.

"What was that for?" He asks as we pull apart, his eyes roaming over my face.

I sigh with content, falling back into his arms. "No reason," I mumble.

I hardly feel the effects of the alcohol anymore, but my brain still feels soft and fuzzy. I think that has more to do with the intoxicatingly sexy man beside me.

I have a feeling I have just as big of an effect on him as he does me because his hand is creeping dangerously high on my thigh, while the other wraps tightly around my shoulder, his fingers tracing absentminded shapes on my bare skin.

I stare at the large buildings in front of us, all lit up and full of people. "Do you ever wonder what people are doing in there?" I ask.

"In where?" He asks, confusion in his eyes.

"In all those buildings. Everyone has a story, you know? I mean, I doubt anyone's driving by this hotel and thinking two twenty-somethings are dangling their legs off the roof."

He laughs a low deep chuckle that makes my heart swell. "I suppose you're right."

"Maybe in that room," I pointed out to the building to the left. One of the rooms is shining brightly with purple lights. "A girl is writing the next best-selling novel."

Zayn smirks, engaging in the game. "Okay. How about over there," Z points to the smaller building. "Someone is having the best sex of their life." He whispers the last part.

I nudged him in the stomach. "You're a perv."

We laugh together, holding one another and keeping the game going, making up fake scenarios for each of the rooms.

"We're done with our list, you know," I say quietly.

Zayn frowns. "We can always add more."

I nod. "Of course, but it's weird. Who would've thought three months ago we'd actually finish it."

"I knew," Zayn says very matter of factly.

I look at him apprehensively. "Oh, you did, did you?"

"Mhm," he answers confidently. "I knew I'd go anywhere with you the moment I laid eyes on you."

I blush, tucking my head in his chest. "Stop it."

"It's the truth." He lifts my face by my chin, locking eyes on me. "You were so caught up in your journal, so unconcerned with the rest of the world. I couldn't stop my legs from walking to you."

"Our favorite table," I mutter lazily.

"Fate." He says so quietly that I don't think he even intended for me to hear him.

Regardless, I did, and a part of me thinks it was fate or something like that. Ever since I met him, there was an indescribable pull, making my interest in him overwhelmingly strong. Nothing about our connection ever felt normal in the best way possible.

We sit up there in silence for another ten minutes, just holding one another and watching the world. I don't want to leave, but we both decide it's getting late, and it'd probably be wise to head back.

We make our way to Zayn's apartment, the dogs tackling us as we step through the door. I text Jordyn to let her know I won't be coming home tonight.

All of the hot lust we had in the elevator has evaporated, solely being replaced by exhaustion. I strip out of my clothes as Zayn tosses me one of his t-shirts. I pull it on, and it hits the middle of my thighs.

Zayn takes off everything but his boxers, and we climb into bed, holding one another tightly. Bear plops down right beside me while Buck lays at our feet. I feel so content at this moment that I'm asleep in seconds.