Eve
I lifted my head to see the guy who was seated at the bar with Zayn and Harry. He had dark brown hair and the most precious eyes. I couldn't understand why such a beautiful man was hanging out with such a.ssholes. My eyes continued to burn from the tears and my throat was starting to tighten from the amount of alcohol I consumed.
"Miss?" The man questioned again."Are you okay?"
"Um-y-yeah I'm okay. Sorry I'm a mess"
"Don't be sorry. Zayn can be kind of a d.ick" He chuckled and took a seat next to me on the curb.
"Kind of?" I snorted. "I don't know why I'm crying. I wasn't anything special to him. I mean yeah we were good friends but nothing more. We only fooled around once and awhile." I groaned. "Not sex or anything if you were wondering."
"Oh I wasn't impl-" He began to take a cigarette out of his pack.
"Oh now I sound like a w.hore"
"I don't think you sound like a whore" He whispered. "Zayn just can't keep it in his pants and he pry's on emotional stressed girls"
"I'm not emotional stressed. I'm just unappreciated"
"Is that why you smoke?" He motioned towards my cigarette that was fading away.
"I don't smoke because I'm sad. I smoke because I'm happy" I put out my cigarette on the stone cold side walk and ran my small fragile fingers under my eyes to collect any evidence of sadness, because I wasn't sad. And that was the big problem. I wasn't sad or depressed or even in denial. I was happy with my life. I just wasn't happy with life.
"I smoke because I don't know how I'm feeling"
"And how exactly old are you?" He raised his eyebrows and gave me a little smirk as in saying "I know you're not legal".
"The big 18 in June"
"Ahh a young one" He smirked and bit his bottom lip. "I'm only 18 if it makes you feel any better"
He didn't look eighteen. He looked at least 20. But as I let my eyes fan over his body I noticed that he didn't look like someone who'd hang around Zayn. He didn't have any tattoos nor did he look as dangerous, but on the other hand Zayn is in a band so there goes the dangerous title for him. He had on a crisp white T-shirt, black jeans that fit him perfectly, and a pair of white forces that looked like they have never been worn. He had a diamond cross necklace that he let hang low around his neck. So he was a believer. His dark mocha hair was styled perfectly in a quiff type style. It was a nice enough length that I could easily run my fingers through.
"I'm Jackson by the way" He reached his hand out to shake mine.
"Eve" I whispered and started to get up from the pavement. But I failed and ended up stumbling over my feet, but before I could prepare myself for the fall I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me. He smiled at my and pulled me up so I was back up and standing.
"Mind if I buy you a drink?" He smiled his perfect smile and I swear I've never seen such a perfect smile
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We made our way back to the bar and I could already see Perrie glaring at me. Jackson took the seat next to Zayn and I sat next to him trying my hardest not to even look their way.
"Get the lady whatever she'd like" He motioned towards me. "Put it on my tab"
Tab? He has a tab? Last time I checked those were for people with money who could buy drinks all night.
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