Soft Spot (Zayn Malik)

VII

A/N

Semi-long chapter! Guys, I might put Little Things Matter on hold for now, until I get done with this book. It's just too much and ugh. Writer's block. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I had fun writing it! :) Also, check the external link & side photos for preferences! -Aeanne x

Chapter VII: A Piece Of Him

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"Why are you all smiley all of a sudden?" Aeanne smirked as she approached me, her tiny hand hidden by Josh's big ones.

"Can you be the only smiley one?" I smirked back.

"Bipolar much?" She stuck her tongue out before getting in the passenger seat.

"Oh shut up." I laughed a I slid in the backseat.

"Someone's happy." Josh smiled, looking at me from his rear view mirror.

"Finally." Aeanne grinned, turning her body so she's looking at me.

"Can you be the only happy ones?" I stuck my tongue out.

"Wow, she's back to being mean." Josh chuckled.

"Told you so! B-I-P-O-L-A-R!" Aeanne spelled out, laughing.

"Ugh, just shut up and drive," I rolled my eyes, "I'm hungry."

"Yeah, me too." Aeanne agreed.

"Just because I'm paying, you're all in rush." Josh groaned before driving off.

"You came up with this idea three years ago, babe." Aeanne giggled.

"But you guys are only excited when I'm paying." He pouted.

"Aw, you poor baby!" I mocked, pouting as well.

Aeanne just looked at me and we both burst out into a fit of laughter after exchanging weird looks and making weird, ugly faces. Ah, my best friend. Gotta love her. 

"Oh, my gosh!" Aeanne gasped dramatically.

"What happened?" Josh took a quick glance at her, frowning.

Aeanne turned to face me, eyes all big and jaw forming an "o" shape. I arched my eyebrow at her, completely weirded out.

"Um..?"

"I saw Zayn today!" She practically screamed.

"The fifth ass is back?" Josh smirked from the rear view mirror.

"Yeah," I nodded, "I saw him."

"Is that why you're all happy all of a sudden?" Aeanne frowned in confusion before facing forward again.

"Don't fucking kid like that!" I scoffed in an attempt to hide my blush, "that's far from reality."

"True. If Arvina could kill anyone, she'd immediately go for Zayn." She giggled.

"Yeah, poke those eyeballs out of their sockets with a spoon." Josh joined, laughing like it's the best joke in the world.

"Aw, come on!" I whined, "I'm not that mean."

"But you hate him that much to want to do that." Josh grinned.

Not true. I don't hate Zayn, but that doesn't mean I like him either. It's a complicated feeling, honestly. It's like I'm forced to like him because he's dominated over me or something like that. Zayn claims he owns me, and for some reasons, I'm actually letting myself to be his possession.