"Honestly, I couldn't care less about religion. It feels like it's only there to separate otherwise very similar people." I was having a stupid argument with a stupid drunk person at this party my friend was throwing. He was saying that religion was who people today is, and I was saying the exact opposite.

"Oh come on darling. You can't say that if you see a Muslim on the streets that you don't get all prejudice in that head of yours." I almost gasped at his stupid accusation and sighed loudly.

"If I judge a person right after I've met them or right after I see them, it's because of their facial features, not their religion. Simple as that." Feeling like I had enough of this stupid conversation I quickly excused myself and walked away. I have always been so sick of the constant debate about religions and so on. When I was young I wasn't bullied because I was from another country, I was bullied but not because of that. To this day I still look as British as possible. I was the typical light skinned girl from London. Shaking off his stupid attitude I walked into the kitchen of the apartment. My friend, also known as Olly Murs, just had a birthday and he wanted a 'small' gathering at his house.

The problem was he knew way to many people. I grabbed another beer, even though I don't like beer, and walked out onto the balcony. Since it was night in May there wasn't that many people outside. It was still chilly after dark because the sun hadn't heated the country up yet. I welcomed the cold and stared out over London. The city that used to make me dream, now it only made me frustrated and annoyed because I always met the wrong people.

"You're not cold?" A dark figure spoke up next to me. When I turned my head to look at him I noticed that he was watching me intently and he was Mr Malik from One Direction.

"Maybe." I shrugged and stared out over the city again. "But it beats being inside." He laughed as if he knew what I was talking about. I glanced at him and he smiled.

"I heard your little discussion with Andrew inside." I nodded and looked away from him again. He was gorgeous, no one would say otherwise. But the funny thing is that I have met him before, but of course he doesn't remember.

"Yeah, I hope it was entertaining for you. Because it just pissed me off." I knew that Zayn was a Muslim, so everything I said I there applied to him.

"It's not often you meet someone who is completely without prejudice." I snapped my head in his direction and looked at him with a confused expression.

"I never said I was without it. I said that I don't think religion should be such a big deal. I judge people all the time." He nodded and now it was his turn to look out over the city. I continued to look at him. His law line was near perfection, his eyes a perfect dark shade and his smile was amazing.

"Are you judging me?" He sounded a little afraid of what I was gonna say. I instantly realized that he often get judged for being Muslim and also for being famous. Good for him that I didn't care about that either.

"Well, yeah I am." He sighed and waited for me to continue. I took a deep breath, leaned closer so that I could whisper to him. "You really smell smoke." He glanced at me surprised and smiled a little. "It's really not attractive." He leaned closer to me, and as he turned his head to look at me my heart started racing.

"Are you saying I'm not attractive?" He faked being offended and I snorted in his face, something I regretted instantly.

"And be murdered by the millions of girls who think so? Na." I paused and looked at his face one more time, soaking up his beauty. "But I would say that you are beautiful. But the smoke makes me not want to kiss you, if you know what I mean." I winked and he laughed a little. Sooner than I would've wanted he pressed his lips against mine and we both got lost in the kiss. Even though he smelled like a chimney, he tasted awesome. When he pulled back he had a smirk on his lips.

"How disgusting wasn't that?" His smirk grew and I blushed a little.

"On a scale on one to ten?" He nodded and I thought about it. "Eight." He seemed a little shocked. "But if we really work for it it can be a ten." I grabbed his neck and smashed my lips against his. And for a smoker he really did taste good.

Here I was, making out with a complete stranger. And I was loving it. I never really cared what the future brought, but I sure hoped he was in mine.