The Clique

Chapter Three

Zayn's POV:

Taking my keys out of the lock and placing them down on the table next to the door I sat down on the black leather chair opposite the wall full of photos, staring at a photo, it was the first of many to go up. It was my father on the day he opened the shop. At the age of 8 my mum died and he didn't cope well with it, staying in bed all day and drinking beer and eating take away pizza. It took a lot of convincing but he finally opened this tattoo parlour. He was an amazing tattoo artist. This shop was his pride and joy, he was happy again. It had been a dream of his but mum wouldn't allow him to, said it was stupid, tattoos were stupid and pointless. My first tattoo was in memory of her, oh the irony. A small Ying- Yang tattoo on my left arm near my wrist, reminding me that in life there is god and bad, in the good is bad but in the bad is good. At this time I found a new group of friends, my father didn't approve of them, said they were trouble makers and boy was he right.

I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, bringing me back to reality. I take it out and answer the call. "Zayn, I think I found the girl". It's Harry. "Girl? What are you talking about?"."Remember how I had to find a girl for Louis, well I've found the perfect one!" he explained. "Come over to the shop now and tell me about her". "Ok, be there in 10" he responded and hung up.

Tapping my foot on the floor I hear the front door open. "Harry where have you been you were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago!" I yelled at him. "I got Liam to follow Indigo, the girl, and you know how he is". I chuckled at his response, "Yeah, that pain in the ass goody two shoes, and where'd you find her, in the street?" I scoffed. "Yes actually, she bumped into me running away from 7/11. She had a couple of candy bars sticking out of her pocket and kept looking back so I'm assuming it was her first time stealing something. The look on her face was priceless, she must have been very paranoid" he laughed.

I wonder what she looks like, Harry better have picked a hot chick, and hell maybe I will even get a go when Louis' finished with her. I snickered. "Zaynnnn!!" Harry yelled in my ear bringing me down from the clouds. "WHAT???". Harry groaned in frustration "Argh, you need to concentrate this is serious, if I stuff up I'm even more screwed". "Yes Harry I know that, you're lucky I'm even helping you at all so shut up. Anyway, you've got the girl now what are you planning on doing?" I asked him. "That's why I'm here, isn't it? To make a plan. You did promise to help me" Harry responded. There are two reasons why I decided to help him, firstly, I don't want to lose another guy since there are only 9 left, secondly, this is going to be so fun.

"Yes Harry I did promise to help, and you know I always stick to my word. So first things first, you need to get her to go agree to go out with you". I don't know how he's going to do it, but he can't fuck this up. "I wouldn't have ever thought of that, thank you so very much". That sarcastic little shit. "You better watch your mouth or you'll have to watch your back" I threatened while pointing at my shotgun on the bench. "Sorry Zayn" he spoke quietly, losing all his confidence. "What do you know about her?"

"Well..." Harry began, "Her name is Indigo Rose Moore but her friends & family call her Indy. She has gorgeous blue eyes and long, straight chocolate hair. Soft, blemish free, olive skin and the perfect figure, skinny but not sickly skinny. She is saving up for Harvard so she must be smart. Harper Roberts is her best friend. She's pretty hot too". Fantastic, "Nice job Harry sounds like a good pick. I want- no I need you to find her tomorrow, or even better when you leave, and ask her out to dinner, have it as soon as possible, tomorrow night would be great. Talk about her and if she asks about you make yourself sound irresistible. Tell her you care about animals, the environment, any other shit you can think of that she will buy. Her saying no is not an option so do whatever it takes but don't freak her out too much". "What do you mean make myself irresistible, I am irresistible" he retorts with a cheeky grin on his face as he walks to the door. "Don't push my buttons Styles, now get to it" I yell as him leaves, closing the door behind him. "You better pray to god that you don't fuck this up Styles..."