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Chapter Four: One Classy Call Girl...

The next morning, Luke decided to be a good housewife and make me breakfast which was very nice of him considering he doesn't even cook for himself. I made my way into the kitchen and leaned against the wall, watching him scramble the eggs with a little too much emotion.

"Why are you taking your emotion out on the food? What did it do to you?" I asked him.

He snorted, "Ha ha, very funny. Listen," his tone went from 0-100 real quick. "My business teacher fucking hates me so he called me into his class today to help him grade papers, blah blah, long story short I can't go turn one of those beautiful men gay with you today."

He seemed genuinely upset about it. Ha! More for me, bitch. "Sorry to hear that," I couldn't help but crack a smile while I was fixing my plate. "Since when do you get upset and aggressively cook?"

Luke turned to me, "Are you complaining with your whore mouth or are you going to shut up and eat it?"

"I'm going to shove a tampon up your ass if you don't watch your tone, boy." I fired back.

He cracked a small smile, "Yeah you would if you could, but since you don't own any because your god says you can't be penetrated by anything until your wedding night, bitch."

Damnit, I don't have a comeback. "Fuck you."

Luke just laughed and took the rest of the eggs out of the pan before fixing himself a plate and going into the living room. We started watching the first season of The Walking Dead, until my phone rang.

I answered, "Hello?"

"Aye! It's Zayn, you coming around today?" His accent was even better through a phone and my heart immediately started racing. Luke mouthed for me to put it on speaker, so I did.

"Yeah, I plan too. Just tell me when."

He takes a second before speaking again. "Well, we are stuck in the hotel because of all the fans outside. Can you come around now? I'll text you the address and let security know." It started getting really loud on his side of the phone; it sounded like a lot of shuffling and jumbled up words. "Can you please not stick your dick in Liam's ass with me on the phone?"

"Hello Seda!" Louis you fuck, you're so cute. "Zayn was talking on the toilet again. I had to make sure he wasn't constipated and talking himself through it."

I laughed, "You're such a good friend."

"Tell me about it." I could practically hear his smile and I wanted to rip my own jugular out because of it. "Zayn's told me you're coming 'round today, yeah? You mind bringing some chicken wings, like a lot of them!"

Does he not understand I'm poor? "Well, um-"

"Okay great! See you in a bit!" He hung up the phone before I could even answer. What a little fuckbitch. Oh look, I'm using new words.

When I got out of the shower, I just decided to put on a tank top and some jeans I got out the dirty clothes hamper. I need to do my laundry but if I spray them with some febreeze AND my perfume I'm pretty sure they'll be okay. The chicken wings cost me damn near seventy-five dollars for one hundred in a variety of flavors. It'll be fun to explain to my mom why I'm short on rent this month.

Once I arrived at the hotel, I was grateful for my sunglasses because all the paparazzi waiting around as well as the fans. Everyone was screaming and I was more than sure that at least 67% of them had to be deaf by now. I tried to push through the crowd without making the 12-year-olds angry, but it wasn't really working how I planned. One of the security guards recognized me and moved forcefully through the crowd, not giving a fuck about little Sally trying to get a glimpse of someone she'll never fuck but wants to. Same Sally, same. He grabbed me by the arm and led me inside. We stepped onto the elevator together without saying a word, and I turned to him.