Zayn was vaguely aware of the fact that it was early morning. He was also way too aware of the fact he was drunk. He could taste the bitter after taste of pure spirits on his tongue, and his head was spinning. But he had forgotten the one thing he had come to forget. And that was a certain blonde Irishman who had just admitted his love for another member of the band.
"You look tired." A man took a seat in the stool next to Zayn. "Get this kid another of whatever he's drinking." He yelled over to the bartender, who brought Zayn some more of the cheap liquor he had been drinking all night. He could certainly afford the high quality stuff, but he didn't want the boys questioning why he had run up such a high Bill at a bar of all places. Even the excessive amounts of the cheap liquid Zayn bought barely met the expense of a couple of shots of what he usually drank.
The man raised an eyebrow at the drink. "Cheap and strong. Lose your job?"
Zayn laughed at that. If management knew half the stuff that was going on in the band, he defiantly would be down a job.
The man gave Zayn an odd look before ordering his own alcohol. "I'll take that as a no. So what's got you drinking then?"
Zayn laughed again. Everything seemed funny to him in his intoxicated state,even his miseries. "The boy I likes told me He likes some one else." With all the liquor running through his veins, Zayn forgot to conceal the fact he liked a boy.
"So you're gay then?" The man took a sip of his drink, seeming unfazed by the fact.
Zayn frowned, thinking. "That's too hard of a question." He finally decided. "Lets just get drunk." He reached fir the drink the man had bought him, and, upon finding it empty, promptly ordered a new one.
"I'd say your already pretty drunk mate. And its hardly 8 am. How long have you been here?" The man sounded amused, causing Zayn to laugh again. He didn't want to miss out on the fun. But his brow furrowed when he remembered the question.
"I don't know. A couple hours?" Zayn s head felt funny, and he laughed again." It isn't like Niall cares. He's probably off on some date with Liam."
"Are all your friends gay?" The man seemed highly amused as Zayn pondered the question. Then, he burst out laughing again.
"You kbow what, I think so. Cause Harry and Louis have got it bad for each other too. And don't think I miss those looks Liam throws me." Zayn laughed. "Yeah, I suppose they all are."
"I thought the boy you liked liked soneone else." The man seemed confused.
Zayn nodded. "Yeah, Niall likes Liam. But Liam dosent like him, cause Liam likes me. But I like Niall." He clarified, frowning at the empty cup in front of him.
"And Harry and Louis..." the man asked.
"Oh, they love each other, but they aren't together. They thought they would tell me before each other." Zayn grabbed the man's drink and drank from it, nit even caring that the liquor wasn't half as strong.
"So when you pass out I should call one of those two. Harry or Lewis." The man stated.
Zayn feverently shook his head. "No, no, no. It Lou-Eeeeeee, not Lewis. He hates being called Lewis."
The man nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. Louis, not Lewis."
Zayn s face suddenly clouded with confusion. "Why are you calling him though?"
The man laughed, a rich and bubbling sound. "Because if you keep drinking at that pace you're gonna pass out any minute now."
Zayn chuckled. "I am not. I hold ny alcohol almost as well as Niall."
