Are You Real?

Chapter Two

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(This is basically a continuation of the last chapter)

Zayn, much to the happiness of Louis had finally retreated from his loft of paintings into the living room.

"Zaynie!" Harry cheered from the couch, grinning as the raven haired lad headed towards the the couch where he sat, plopping down heavily. "Your not going to be sitting there for long." The curly haired man continued.

"What do you mean?" Zayn asked watching as Harry smirked.

"We," Harry claimed, sporadically throwing his arms out to refer to all the boys in the area,"are going out for a nice dinner tonight, the four of us." Zayn just groaned unhappily.

"Why cant we just stay in? It's a friday anyway." Zayn complained, huffing and falling into the couch sadly. "And I was gonna paint Li-"

"Nope!" Niall chimed in. "No more talk about Liam. Your gonna just enjoy some time tonight with us lads and let your imaginary love behind for a bit." This coaxed a laugh out of Louis and Harry as Zayn pouted at the stupid grin on Niall's face.

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"Did you see him wink at me!" Niall squeaked as the waiter at "Rizzo's", a nicer italian restaurant, walked swiftly away after he had taken the group's drink orders.

Louis rolled his eyes, "It was barely a wink, and he wasn't flirting. Im the flirting expert and you know that." Harry, who happened to be dating Louis, made a face of disbelief.

"Erm, Im not sure of that's what happened with us Lou." Harry said smiling stupidly. Louis feigned hurt and gasped.

"I thought I was and expert Harry, you told me so!" Louis pouted, coaxing a giggle out of Harry's pale lips and an eye roll out of Zayn and Niall.

While Harry, Louis, and Niall continued to bicker back and forth, resurfacing the topic of the waiter, Zayn hummed in boredom. He didn't want to hear about the successful love lives of others while his own was a dead end.

Sighing softly, Zayn decided to go the toilets and avoid listening to another minute of unbearable conversation, which practically reinforced his life as a joke.

Tapping Niall on the shoulder, catching the blonde's attention for a moment, Zayn whispered out that he was heading to the toilets, and with an approving nod, was off on his way. The Pakistani swerved about the fancy restaurant with skill, looking over all the people he saw as he went. (He might be looking for Liam, who he knows is real, but he doesn't say.) All Zayn saw was happy, smiling couples. Why did these people's happiness make him want to cry? Why couldn't he have a relationship with the person of his dreams?

As Zayn went into a daze of thoughts as he wandered towards the rest rooms, he failed to realize that a waiter was scowling and trying to avoid him and his distracted self.

"Watch it." Zayn heard as a sharp reminder of his surroundings, and consequently went back into his place, now only focusing on getting to the toilets. As Zayn finally located the signs which indicated such place, he felt a stare of something or someone burning holes through him. It was an odd feeling to be almost aware of someones eyes trained on his every move, and Zayn was careful to look around and find the culprit. Fortunately, this came easy.

Lounging near the doors off the ladies and gentleman's bathrooms, stood a taller woman, looking around her mid twenties. The woman wore all black, down to he shoes and gloves, her hair also presenting the dark shade. Although her presence seemed to not attract attention based of her outerwear, it was her eyes that sent Zayn into a chain of perplexed thoughts. As Zayn came closer upon the woman, he could see clearly that his eyes were the color of grape, a vibrant purple he had never seen in any eye over the course of his life.