A Cup of Fate

7th Phase: A Spoonful of a Bittersweet Night

7th Phase: A Spoonful of a Bittersweet Night

We all settle down at Louis' and Harry's shared flat. Walking in, I am not expecting to step in such an organized home. The furniture all look brand new like it hasn't been touch before. For two silly guys like Harry and Louis, their house is pretty neat compared to mine. 

“So, what are we watching tonight?” I ask as I re-sling my bag over my shoulders as its strap slips over my shoulder.

“Well, I was thinking of some action film,” Zayn suggests as he unties the laces on his sneakers. 

“It’s my choice for the night!” Louis erupts. “And I choose something gruesome.” Louis pronounces as he wiggles his brows playfully, up and down. 

“Oh no. Not again.” Niall whines, face palming himself in frustration, shaking his head in disgrace. 

“I was thinking of Zombieland.” Louis flashes a devilish grin, piercing his eyes straight towards Zayn's direction.

“Isn’t that very horrid? You know, blood and zombie-eating-people.” Harry comments. To tell you honestly, it’s the first time he ever speak after we leave the restaurant.

Congratulations my dear friend- and for that, you deserve an award. I heard my thoughts speaking to my own self again. I shrug it all off, bringing myself back to my senses. 

“Yes.” Louis says in full confidence, placing both of his hands on his hips. 

“Can you pick another movie, Louis? We have a girl company here. She might not be able to take the bloodshed in the movie.” Liam recommends, concerning about my presence.  

“It's okay. I really don’t mind watching zombie movies. I even find it cool.” I speak out. 

“It’s Zombieland then!” Louis cheers with glee, his eyes lighting up with the bright white gleam. 

“Oh no,” Zayn mutters apprehensively whilst shaking his head in dissent. 

“Why DJ Malik? Too afraid to watch a zombie movie?” Louis rags on Zayn, placing his arm around Zayn's shoulder, his face inches away from him. The two battle in a staring contest, Louis' glare shows full-throttle of mockery while Zayn's dark brown eyes shows intensity, ready to pierce through Louis' gut. 

The rest of us just stare at them, giving the two ridiculed gazes. Liam shakes his head in distress. "I can't believe I'm best mates with these blokes." He chimes.

I look over to Liam seeing him ruffling his non-existent hair. "I can't believe I agreed to join you guys." I cross my arms just below my chest, mumbling with my words. 

"Don't worry," Liam places an arm around me. "-it will get better." He gives a diminutive smirk, then ruffles my almost jet-black dark ash brown hair. I feel a corner of my mouth rise up. Liam, then, walks his way to the kitchen to grab the food. 

“Let’s watch this thing.” Zayn declares in an unyielding matter- his eyes contracting as he speaks. He then gives Louis' arm a punch making Louis let go. Zayn slumps himself on the couch with Louis following after him, jumping beside Zayn. 

“I’ll sit beside you, buddy. You might get scared.” Louis teases Zayn once again by patting his head lightly which leads to Zayn pushing him off the couch. “Fine! If you don’t want an adorably gorgeous bloke beside you, you can just say it.” Louis nags, sticking out his tongue to Zayn. Zayn rolls his eyes and lies down on the couch. His arms cross on the back of his head, kicking his feet, occupying the entire space. A stray chink of grin curved up from my lips. This guys are crazy.