Can I Keep You? [Zarry] *EDITING*

Chapter 7

[ Zayn ]

"What do you mean your wedding is moved?!" I know I'm shouting at Dana on the phone right now but what she's telling me is bullshit! Just BULLSHIT!

"Zayn will you calm down? I've been telling you the same thing for the whole 20 minutes but you're not listening!" Dana sounds annoyed but I don't care. She's just telling me that her wedding is moved to next week. From next month to next week! Shit! How am I supposed to get her back now?

"Seriously Zayn, I told you to forget about your feelings for me!"

"It's fucking hard!" I shouted. I can't help it. I'm fuming with rage now!

"I'm tired of this Zayn. Fine. If you don't want to go to my wedding, it's your choice. I thought you'd be happy for me. Guess I'm wrong.." and the line went dead. She hung up. I know I'm being an idiot and now, she's mad at me. Can you blame me?

I felt my phone vibrates on my hand again but I choose to ignore it. I want to be alone. I don't want to talk to anyone. I'll just sulk here with self pity. Maybe I should kill myself now? But I love my life so never mind. Forget the self harming.

My phone keeps on vibrating. Fuck! I glared at it before pressing the green button.

"Zayn? It's Harry. Just checking if you're still coming later?" Curly boy chirped from the other line. Oh. I remember he invited me last night to celebrate New Year's Eve with his friends at their house. But I'm not in the mood now. Don't want to go out.

Suddenly, an idea popped in my head.

"Hey Curly, are you free right now?" I lie flat on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Yes. Why?" his voice is full of curiosity.

"Since it's still early, could you come here? Let's drink...."

[ Harry ]

"Can you believe it? She choose that guy over me?! I'm much better than him! Right Harrrreeehh?" Zayn whined, then he giggled. He's now really drunk. When he called this afternoon, he sounds depress so when he ask me if I could come, I quickly say yes. Knowing he's still moping about that blonde girl. What's her name again? Diana? Donna? Dina? Dana? Whatever.

"Harreeh.. I'm sad. Make me happeeeh.." Zayn's word were now slurred. A sign that he'd be passing out soon because of drunkenness. I, on the other hand, is still sober. I had a few drinks but I can still handle myself.

"My heart's a stereo. It beats for you, so listen close.Hear my thoughts in every note oh oh."

My phone keeps ringing and ringing. I looked at the screen to see who it is. It's Niall. I picked it up and answered.

"Hey Haz. Where are you? It's 7pm already." Niall shouts from the other line,not because he's angry. The background is just noisy. Loud music is blasting. Louis set up the house, turning it into a mini bar.

"I'll be there soon. I'm just fixing something." I glanced at Zayn. He's chugging down a bottle of vodka.

"What? Hmm.. Don't tell me you're stalking that Zayn guy again?" Should I tell him? No.

"Ni, call you later. Bye." I quickly hung up on him and run to Zayn's side. He stood at the top of the table and dance like an idiot. "Oy Zayn. Get down. Come, let's put you to bed now." I grabbed him by his waist and put him down gently.

"But I want to dance Harreh. C'mon! C'mon!" his arms snaked around my neck and he pressed his body on mine. His crotch rubbed against mine and I bit my lip to stop a moan that tried to escaped my lips. He swayed our body side by side. "Dance with me Harreh.." he whisper in my ears which sends shivers down my spine. This is not good. I gripped the both sides of his waist and pushed him gently away from me but Zayn just slammed his body back to mine.