the boys begin to leave the car, but i hesitated, it didnt feel right....
'u alrigh' luv?' arry styles asked me, his usually strong, dominant and alpha eyes staring softly back into mine, i could tell he felt safe with me, my big, beefy, british man. he reminded me of my ex, james corden. god james corden is a sexy man.
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i miss james corden. i miss the way he made me laugh with his shitty and unfunny jokes, i miss his 2016 lesbian haircut, i miss the way he always looked strangled because his neck was too fat to fit in a shirt. but i couldnt think of him now... i cant let DA BOYZZZ see me cry, i had to be strong around them.
'zayla, zaylaaaaa, omfg wake up you dog muncher,' harry's voice awoke me from my daydream about daddy corden. i realised his face was inches from mine...
'oh... sorry harry.' i whispered, my legs turning into jelly at him so close to me.
'your breath, i can smell dog' harry said.
i blushed, embarrassed, turning my head away, pushing past harry, i returned to the rest of the boys. they greeted me and we sat down, but i couldnt shake the feeling that something was watching, or maybe someone...
i chose not to worry about it, instead choosing to absolutely chow down on the food in front of me, 'for noah' i said as i shoved another piece of cake into my mouth. 'for who bitch?' i hear from behind me. oh shit. i follow the rest of the boys gazes to behind me, where i see noah freaking shcnapp. just standing behind me.
'oh my gosh... i- i thought you died' i shivered, by large brown orbs settling on his zesty ass eyes. 'ok bitch glad to see you have faith in me' i looked down at my petite feet in shame.
'what happened to your french bf' noah said his eyes scanning the british lads standing behind me, their tall frames protecting my tiny, petite body. with a waist of 1 inch, and weighing 0.0000000009kg, i needed to be protected, especially by daddy corden, he had enough meat on his bones to protect the both of us. but no, i cant think of my ex now... not here.
'HES MONOGEASQUE YOU FUGLY RAT' i screamed, shredding my tiny voicebox. (how tf do u even spell that)
'gee golly whiz' noah said, throwing up his hands and moving back.
'sorry, i get emotional whenever i talk about him, we were together for 42 minutes and 12 seconds ago. it was my longest relationship since i dated max in yr 7 for a whole period' i whispered, hanging my head in shame.
'is that.. a tractor?' i hear niall whisper behind me. i look up and couldnt believe my eyes, it was charles driving the sf23.
'zayla please! i love you! i miss you!' charles hops out of his car and runs his short ass over to me. he gets on one knee.
'not if i can help it buster!' harry says while stepping in front of me, flexing his non existent muscles. charles gets off his knees and squares up, barely meeting harrys nipples.
'you'll have to fight me for her...' harry growls, his inner alpha coming out.
