⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
It saddens me that, earlier this night, I thought that maybe, maybe the stranger thought I was handsome, too.
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The thing about hanging out with a friend in a public place is that you not only meet the person you desire to hang out with, but you also have to encounter a lot of unfamiliar faces. And that was my state right now. Making my way into the park, I had one thought running in my head: why the fuck was I even here?
After my night with the guitar, I woke up with the worst hangover ever. The events that followed all happened almost in an instant, me taking some pain relievers, unwillingly dressing up, and being dragged by Zayn to the car. On our way, Zayn being the mom he is didn't stop telling me about how I needed to 'break the ice' and live a life of a teenager. At some point, I zoned out, staring at the streets and people walking on them, and suddenly the world was very interesting to pay attention to (or more like a getaway from Zayn's 'lecturing', I like to call it).
The pain from the hangover hasn't decreased much as my legs were aching each time I took a step further. Then, a thought crossed my mind. This was not only going to me, Zayn, and Niall. Two other guys are joining us.
My hand brushed my pocket, and I realized I had a pack of gum I bought some time and forgot about. I grabbed it, shoved two inside my mouth, and crumbled the wrapper. I told Zayn I had to throw the wrapper in a nearby bin and received a nod and a suspicious 'okay' because I may or may have not fleed home once during a night out with Zayn and a group of other people with the excuse of 'having to wee'. Let's just say Zayn wasn't exactly happy about that.
I scanned the park for a bin, found one not too far, and made my way toward it. The bin was about a foot ahead of me when I bumped into someone. Falling, I bumped my head into the metal bin. Perhaps, if the universe hated me less, the person wouldn't be carrying a fucking full coffee cup.
I looked down at my supposedly white shirt now soaked in the brown liquid, its herby aroma rising in the air.
I looked up to find familiar green eyes full of worry staring down at me. His worried expression turned into a panicked one when his eyes find mine as he probably recognized me. He froze for a moment then extended his hand to help me up.
"Fucking hell," I muttered under my breath, smacking his hand away and getting up myself. "What the fuck is with you and ruining my shirts?"
"I-i'm sorry, sir. It was an accident," He said, visibly trembling.
Did he just call me 'sir'? That's new to me.
"What the fuck are you even doing here?" I asked.
"I was just hanging out with my friends," he said, his voice so low I almost didn't hear him.
Coincidence.
A guy came up running to him and lazily slung an arm around his shoulder. He opened his mouth to say something, but his words quickly died when he locked eyes with me. Needless to say, he was the exact guy accompanying him last night.
By now, I was convinced the universe detested me. Eight billion people residing on Earth, and the universe specifically chose these two to be the 'two guys Niall is tagging along with us'. Speaking of which, where is Niall?
He glanced at my shirt and then at the empty cup in his friend's hands and seemed to catch up.
I went back to Zayn, asking him for the keys and briefly explaining the situation to him.
Whilst he was sarcastically kissing my head to 'heal' it, a voice was heard from behind me.
"Can I come with you?" I turned around to see the green-eyed boy looking at me worriedly.
"Definitely not," I deadpanned.
"Please," he said. "this is my fault. The least I can do is make sure you're okay."
Before I could refuse, Zayn patted my back with a forced smile and said, "Let him go with you. And I'll stay here and get to know this guy," He pointed at the brown-eyed guy.
"Liam," he sheepishly said. "Liam Payne."
Zayn looked at me, knowing I'll refuse again, but before I said a thing, he whispered to me, "Lou, let him come with you. This Liam guy is kinda handsome. I want to spend some time with him."
"Alright, but only for your sake," I whispered back, smiling.
A/n: I'm back hehe...
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