Chapter 8

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"Zayn"

"Luca"

Luca cleared his throat "I wanted to apologise"

Zayn shook his head "No big deal... But sure, go ahead"

Very big deal, fuckhead I'm just being nice

Liam gave Zayn a look and Zayn shrugged, Luca raised an eyebrow

"I'm willing to take care of all the repairs that came with-" He motioned to Zayn's prosthetic

Zayn raised both of his eyebrows "Come on now, I'm sure you know what to call it."

Asshole, not a working braincell in that head of yours

Liam shook his head picking up a flute of champagne from the waiter that was passing them

Luca took a deep "I'm willing to pay for all the repairs for the damages that I caused to your prosthetic"

"You did what?"

Zayn tensed, Luca's back straightened and Liam bumped his head against the glass

Zayn and Luca both looked at his (Zayn's) father. He was blinking and looking between both

When Luca started to speak he raised a hand and looked at Zayn "Explain"

Zayn shook his head "I really don't need to. It's no big deal Liam built me a new one, no issue"

Luca abruptly turned to Liam who turned to him and raised both eyebrows

"You did?"

Liam nodded "Yeah."

"You didn't tell me"

Liam shrugged "Didn't think I had to" He looked at Luca "You make decisions, so do I. My decisions don't alter our future, yours does"

Zayn looked at his dad "I promise it's fine. No bad damage to my actual hand, and this one works great!!"

His father rubbed his temple and nodded before Zayn turned to Luca, who was already looking at him

"What?"

Luca shook his head "I really don't like you"

Zayn shrugged "The feeling is pretty mutual"

They kept on glaring at each other.

"Can you both make out and get this over with?"

They both looked at Liam who was looking at the empty glass in his hands

"Or ya know what, have the whole night" He said then placed the flute on a tray and walked away

Louis looked between Luca and Zayn before he rolled his eyes and ran after Liam

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"Hey" Liam stopped and turned to Louis "Need a ride?"

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