The Wedding Date ➸ Ziam

Clubbing & I Need You

Picture of what Zayn's wearing:) Mhm Mr. Sexay.

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《ZAYN》

"Clubbing? You wanna go clubbing?" Louis asks with a confused frown.

"Yeah, why not?" I shrug as I search through my closet for the perfect outfit.

"Why? You don't even like clubbing."

I roll my eyes, "Well maybe things should change."

"Yeah, you're right. Maybe things should change" Louis says, his tone of voice hinting something.

I turn to him, "What does that mean?"

"Nothing, nevermind. Look you're just not the clubbing type, never have been, even in our college years. I don't get why you wanna all of a sudden hit up the hottest club in downtown London."

"Because I'm ready for a night out and I'm tired of the simple dinners or going over each other's houses and ordering pizza and watching movies like we usually do. I wanna do something fun, something different."

"I think you're just trying to get your mind off a certain gentleman."

I scoff, "No I'm not, I just wanna have some fun."

You're lying.

"Yeah no, Zayn Malik and fun don't belong in the same sentence. You're as tense as a corpse, man."

"Shut up. I can be loose, I can be outgoing."

Louis snickers, "Yeah, and I don't have a big ass" The sarcasm is dripping from his voice, like usual.

"Whatever" I mumble and turn back to my clothes.

"Zayn, going out and finding some gross sweaty guy to fuck-sorry, to fuck you- isn't going to get your mind off of Liam."

My jaw clenches, "I'm not doing this to get my mind off of Liam" I snap. "I'm doing it because I simply want a night out, is that too much to ask for?"

I can feel Louis rolling his eyes, "Whatever, I'm not doing it."

"Please?" I give him my best puppy dog face.

"What are we, in third grade? Cut that begging shit out. I'm not going clubbing with you so you can try and push Liam away" Louis crosses his arms.

"Louis, please?!" I whine while stomping my foot.

"Oh God, you're so childish" He groans as he rubs his hands down his face. "Why don't you act your age and stop being a pussy and go after your man? Why you're here trying to go clubbing for some STD-filled fuckboy you need to be going after Liam and getting him back. I thought you said you'd think about it?"

"I have..."

"Aaannnddd?"

"I don't know..." I run a hand through my hair, a sigh escaping my lips.

"Let me get this straight, you would rather go out and fuck a complete stranger than go after and be with someone you love? You can't trust Liam but you can trust some jerk-off to stick his cannoli up your asshole? What the fucking hell is wrong with you? Were you dropped on your head as a child?" Louis says, his voice getting angrier by the second.

"I-"

"You know what, I don't even wanna hear it. I'm honestly so done with your shit, Zayn and I'm pretty sure these amazing and patient readers are too. You go out and have sex with some stranger while I go home to the one I love because I made the right decisions, goodnight" Louis gets up from my king-sized bed and walks out the room. Seconds later I hear the front door close.