Chapter Two:
Wanna hang?
Zayn's POV:
"Penelope, wait!" I ran after the really nice, pretty, perfect waitress that I had made cry. "What." She flat out said. "Im sorry." I grabbed her shoulders. She pushed me off. "I bet you are." She stated. "I am. Truly." I smiled as she turned around. "You might be famous, but that doesnt mean I'm gonna let you off that easy." She smirked. "Fine. What?" I said, kinda annoyed. Hurt flashed before her eyes again. " I'll hang out with you and your friends." She said. What? Coming to my house? The hell! "Fine." I said, completely annoyed. Penelope strutted off. She has a nice bum. Bigger than Louis'. What was I thinking!! Zayn. Screw your head back on the right way.
Penelope's POV:
I decided to tweet something.
PenelopeHoran:
Someone very high-class in the music career has allowed me to hang out with him and his lads. Im a very lucky Penelope. ;) xx
I nearly died when Niall tweeted back.
NiallOfficial:
First our waitress, then our bestfriend?(: Nice name. BTW!! ;) xx @PenelopeHoran.
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Short, I know. Sorry. Im busy. :(
