Zayn Hassan

The roar of the motorcycle echoed off the alley walls, it’s deep, rumbling growl coming to a quiet purr as Zayn Hassan rolled to a stop outside his friends’ apartment building. The leather seat creaked under his weight as he swung one leg over, boots hitting the pavement with a dull thud. He killed the engine, and silence settled over the dimly lit side street, broken only by the faint hum of music spilling from one of the cracked windows. He made his way up via the old rickety elevator, and Zayn breathed a sigh of relief as the doors opened to the right floor. He’d gotten stuck in the damned thing once or twice and he wasn’t feeling like waiting around in a dark, stuffy box, waiting for Malcolm or Jamie to realize he wasn’t there yet.

The door to Loft 12D was already ajar for him. It was standard that if the guys knew Zayn was coming over, he never had to knock. The place was as much his as it was theirs, and a little grin curled his lips as he entered. He stepped into a cacophony of laughter, some vintage movie playing on the TV, and Kenji was quoting lines with more passion than precision, a beer raised high in his hand. Zayn shook his head as he smirked.

“Didn’t realize it was amateur hour, Kenji,” He teased, announcing his presence.

“Oh, my bad. Didn’t realize our resident rock star was here!” Kenji shot back, grinning in amusement.

Zayn laughed, shaking his head as he tossed his black leather jacket onto the arm of a chair. He hoisted himself up onto the island as Jamie passed to fetch him a beer, tossing one into his hand before moving to check the oven, Malcolm relaxed on the couch with an expression like he was in pain even though Zayn knew he looked forward to nights like this more than anything. Zayn murmured his thanks, cracking the top and taking a swig as he watched the movie for a moment. But, this wasn’t the amusement he was interested in. No. The guys were great, but what he wanted was to play with fresh meat. He glanced around, noting the lack of CraveU user’s presence before hopping back down. Jamie protested, already knowing what he was up to, but Zayn just laughed and waved him off.

He left the chaos of the common area behind as he stalked down the hallway, pushing open the newest resident's door without knocking. He grinned, leaning in the doorframe. “What’s the matter, sweetheart, not in a partying mood tonight?”