note from ali-bally: im abt to go to sleep and i'm half asleep so zayla dont get on my ass abt the grammar bc idgaf abt the oxford commar. enjoy😜😜😜🥰🥰💖💖🥰🥰🥰🥰😜💖🥰🥰
zayn eyed me for across the limo, his red, alpha eyes resting on my beta, deep, blue eyes (zayla i actually have no idea what colour ur eyes are😭😭).
'there's a nice spot ik of somewhere, we could go there' he whispers, eyes ripping from my beautiful greenish, brownish, blueish orbs.
'that sounds great daddy' i smirk. everyone turns to me.
'zayla what the actual fuck is wrong with u' liam says, turning to me.
'fuck off ur gonna leave this band and talk shit abt it in a couple years' i hiss, my inner cat coming out.
everyone gasps as i salute and turn away (y'know that one scene in ginny and georgia, thats the one im on abt). niall river signals for the driver to start driving, zayn handing him a slip of paper with the address on it. on the car ride there, we do some karaoke.
'alright kitten, you can choose the next' zayn says while passing me the karaoke mic.
'thank you daddy🥺'i whisper, my petite fingers wrapping around the handle.
i flick through the songs until i find one that i know. i click on it, reading the title, it says 'You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift' i click on it and the intro starts playing, da boyz🥶 immediately turn to look at 'arry. i turn to look at him also, he looks like hes having war flashbacks.
'if i ever seen that chee'y muvafuku' niall says while winding his arm his arm up while pushing his sleeve further up his elbow.
'shhh its ok baby☝️' harry says, while shushing niall with his finger (is niall and harry a ship? idk i was never a 1D fan sorry).
the lyrics start and i immediately start singing, my angelic voice filling the car. the boys are blown away, but not nearly as blown away as they would have been if they heard my beautiful voice that one time i started singing in english and everyone heard, then my teacher even told me to stop singing (do u remember that zayla, well u should bc its ficking hilarious).
'jiminy crickets🤯' louis whispers. (im watching a ryan reynolds interview rn and why tf does he dress like a 1920s chimney sweeper)
'get tf outta here' i hear the driver at the feint grumble, opening the car doors for us. i step outside, the cool wind in my hair. oh fuck.
this is where noah died.
word count: 452😁
