SIX (a 1D fanfiction)

okaaaayyyyy

song: shut up and dance by walk the moon

"Yeah, can I take your order?" you say tiredly, not looking up from the Wendy's screen in front of your face.

"Can I have one rsvp from a pretty brunette to come to a party with me tonight?"

You look up to find the matching familiar face to that familiar voice. It was Z. 

"Oh, hey," you say. 

"Oh, hey doesn't answer my question, y/n." Z crossed his arms across his chest. 

You giggle. "I can't," you say. "I've been getting into work super late lately and if I go out another night I'd basically be asking to be fired."

Z shrugged. "Who cares?" he said. "Nobody likes Wendy's anyways."

Your jaw dropped in sarcastic offense. "How dare you," you say. "I personally love Wendy's. 

He rolled his eyes and smirked. "Okaaaayyyyy," he said. "So? Will you please come tonight?"

You sigh. "Come on, Z. I can't."

"Can't what?"

You turn around to find Lou, about 2 inches away from your face that you could've bumped into his if he hadn't moved slightly when you yelped. 

"Jeez, Lou!" you shouted, stepping away from him. you sigh. "Can't go to the party with Z. Oh, by the way- this is Z, Z, this is Lou."

Lou snickered something that sounded like a high-pitched pig snort. "Z is a dumb name," he said.

You turn to him with a look of shock on your face. Your mouth hung open 'til you said, "Lou what the heck that was rude and-,"

"Lou sounds girly," Z said back, unaffected by Lou's comment.

You turn your look of shock to Z. "Z!" you say.

"You know what, Y/n?" Lou said, smiling now. "I'll cover your shift tonight. Go party."

You raised an eyebrow. "Okay," you say. "Something here is weird, but I'm too busy doing nothing with my life to figure it out, so, thanks and see you later, Lou."

You hung up your apron and headed out the door with Z to the parking lot.

"I'll meet you at the party," You say, reaching for your car door.

"No need," Z says. "I'll pick  you up." He was about to climb into his car, when you said, "Wait."

He raises an eyebrow.

"Uhm, don't you need my address if you're picking me up?"

Silence. 

Then Z laughed. "Haha, sorry," he said, scratching the back of his neck. 

"Do you need a piece of paper or something?" you ask him. 

"Uh, no, I've got a- photographic memory. But like...with...addresses...."

his voice trailed, but you shrugged it off and told him your apartment address and you both left the Wendy's parking lot. 

You went home and took a quick shower and put on dark skinny jeans and a red ruffly top, then let down your long brown hair and brushed it out. 

As you were debating on doing something with your hair or just leaving it down, you  hear a quick knock on your door and then it swung open. 

someone's impatient, you think as you set down your hairbrush and walk to the door, your half-brushed hair having to wait a little longer. 

"Ready?" Z asks at the door. 

And, God does the man look stunning. No, stunning is an understatement. He looks supercalifragelisticexpialidosus. Yes. That's the word. 

His hair was all over, but he pulled it off like he was born to look hot in messy hair. And he had a leather jacket that gave him "bad-boy" vibes yet his smile made him look like a sophomore showing up at the girls' house to take her prom. 

"Uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........No. Not yet."

You shut the door, then stood there for a moment wondering why the heck you just slammed the door on his face for no reason. 

"Okaaaayyyy," you heard him say. "I'll just uh- sit out here til your ready?"

You nod, then realize he couldnt see you and mumbled "Mhm." Then went to go do your hair.