Your One & Only (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 2: Grammar-Check

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"Oh, did I tell you?"

"Yeah, you're pregnant." I sipped on my lemonade and raised my eyebrow.

Sasha tried to look serious, but she was blushing. "Shut up. We're not that serious."

Quickly looking up, I put down my drink and gave her a curious look. "With who?"

"Whom," she corrected. Sasha's always been like that, correcting grammar. It's actually very helpful since I wouldn't want to go up in front of millions, accepting an award, and mistake something so simple. I've learned a lot the past few months. Since I just started my career 3 months ago, I have started to catch onto a city accent. My mother had said when I called her the other day. "I can't say. What if someone hears us?"

"No one's around. Who is it?" After I looked around, seeing people bustling around the streets and not catching any paparazzi, I gave her a reassuring nod.

"That hot singer from that one British band."

One Direction. They were the talk of the teen magazines. Some articles read that a boy named Zayn and I should totally date. About 63% said, "Yes, they're totally cute!", and 37% said, "No, they're too different". The boy, Zayn, was a total bad-boy. At least he looked like it. Plus, he probably had a girlfriend.

"You know who I'm talking about?"

I snapped back into place. For some reason I had been staring at the people next to us, totally spacing off and the chick was giving me a dirty look. That's what's expected at Starbucks. Gold-digging bitches. That reminded of a movie, something called 'What Happens in Vegas'. One guy from the movie says, "Gold-digging whore." I giggled to myself. Sasha and I watched that last week when it was a snow-day and work was cancelled.

"Hello, anyone in there?" Sasha waved her hand in front of me.

"Sorry, yeah I know who you're talking about. Which one?" I quickly recovered, adjusting my blouse to cover up any cleavage. While my sister, Michelle, has a size A-cups, I'd been given the good genes my mom has. C-cups. I guess you could say I have the body like Alison Michalka but, she has the body like mine.

"Harry. The one with," she dramatically paused, tossing her straight, dark brown hair for effect. "The hair."

"The curls?" I remember seeing pictures.

"Yeah!" Sasha has never been this bubbly about anything. Well, there was that time when she got a free pair of shoes that were worth at least $200. Just like any girl, she's obsessed with shoes. I'm the total opposite.

"He's pretty sexy," I purred jokingly.

"Shut up! And that's so like you." She looked away, taking a swig of her fancy coffee.

"Huh?"

"You start to like the guys I like," she said so softly that I could barely hear her. Like that girl from Pitch Perfect who ate her twin in the womb.

"What? That's not true, Sasha," I protested gently. Sasha is very sensitive when it comes to guys. The first night we hung out, we told each other everything about us. She told me that when she was younger, she had trouble with guys. Sasha showed me a picture of when she was 15. She had braces and a bad haircut. But she had crazy-long eyelashes, and still has them.

"Well, back when I was dating Tanner Pierce," Tanner, a guy she met at Central Park, who was a very good basketball player for a big college in Pennsylvania. He only lasted a month. "I'd catch you looking at him and giggling at everything he said. Which is flirting." Sasha grew stronger, gathering up the information in a snap, like she'd thought about a fight like this before and made up what to say.

"Did you actually listen to what he said? He was really funny!" Remembering back at a party in Manhattan, Tanner was telling jokes to a whole group of people while Sasha chatted up with her now crush, Harry Styles. And I was in the back of the crowd!

"Well, so?" Her face looked hurt. This scenario reminded me of Gossip Girl. I'm the bright Serena and she's the bitchy-but-sensitive Blair.

"Look," I started, making eye contact. Her eye makeup looked amazing; it really brought out her extraordinary green, almost hazel, eyes. "I'm sorry you feel that way."

"Ok, anyways, back to me. Harry and the rest of the band always party at the hottest club in the city, Karma, and he invited me tonight. His friend, Zack, or something asked about you."

My heart started to flutter. "Zayn?"

"Get ready to party, Barker."

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