Tell Me A Lie (A One Direction Fan Fic)

What Double Date?

Idk I think from now on I'm just gonna add song lyrics before each chapter but not this one bc I can't think of any so yeah I like it okay now REEEEAD

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"Babe, seriously, what's bothering you? You've been acting weird ever since you and Harry fought," Zayn asked me as we were getting ready for bed. I threw the comforter over the bed and walked over to my closet, pulling out a t shirt and a pair of shorts from the drawers.

"I'm absolutely fine, never been better. Why are you asking about it?" I asked Zayn, even though we both knew I was pissed off. I turned around and changed. After I put on the t shirt I took off my bra, seeing as no reasonable female sleeps with a bra on. They're both uncomfortable and stupid, and I personally hate them.

"Because we both know that's utter bullshit? C'mon babe, just tell me." Zayn kissed right under my ear, and I shuddered slightly. Damn him. Just before he could wrap his arms around my waist, I pushed away from him and layed down in my - our - bed.

"No. Zayn, I'm absolutely fine, okay? I'm just in a pissy mood. You know, menstrual cycle and all." Oh dear lord, I did not just say that. I shook my head and turned off the light, mumbling a "Goodnight", which might have been directed towards Zayn. Or, it could've been directed towards the house next door that I could see through my window.

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 "You really need to get out of here, Harry. Avery's really pissed off at you." I was still a bit groggy at the time, somewhere in between a state of sleep and actually being awake, but I was fully awake when I heard a hit, and someone groan. "Seriously mate, get the fuck out of here. You don't want to ruin everything before it's started."

"You just gave me a bloody fucking nose, you sod! I got blood on the floor!"

I shot upright in my bed and gasped. "YOU GOT BLOOD ON MY CARPET?!" I exclaimed, completely forgetting how absolutely horrid I looked in the mornings. Harry looked down guiltily, right at the blood spot on my perfect white carpet. Zayn just looked at me in a 'what can you do' type of way. I had never wanted to murder a person more than I did in that moment.

I got up out of the bed and stalked towards the two boys, like a lioness hunting her prey.

"And how the hell did blood get on the carpet, boys?" The boys, in their natural state, looked panicked before pointing to eachother, thus putting the blame on the both of them.

"Well, if you're both going to insist on it being each other, then you're both going to be to blame. You're both in charge of getting my carpets cleaned." I thought for a minute, before deciding that wasn't enough. "Also, you're to do my laundry until you leave for tour again. That's an order." They both protested, but after an hour of fighting - mostly me reminding them that there was human blood on my white carpets - they agreed to doing my laundy for one month and cleaning the carpets. Though I felt that I deserved more time with them doing my laundry, I take what I can get, and if it means I don't have to do my laundry for one whole month, then I'm not complaining.

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"Come on, Avery! Just one night! I promise, if tonight goes awful, then you can totally string me by my balls from your ceiling."

"No, I don't want more blood on my carpet."

"Oh, come on Ave. I promised Harry that we'd go."

"WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD'VE ASKED ME BEFORE YOU AGREED YOU ASS SHIT."

"Ass shit? Really? That's the best you could've done? Plus, Harry is your best friend, and while you two have been having a really hard time right now, you two need to just get past it and move on, if not for you, then for me. Please?"

Zayn was currenly asking me to go on a double date with Satan and his mistress, otherwise known as Harry and Chloe. While it shouldn't bother me, I still couldn't get past the fact that Harry had gone and gotten a girlfriend without even telling me. I thought that we were going to get close again, like we were before, but he's just proving more and more each day that I can't trust him.

"Harry is not my best friend, nor will he ever be. I promise that if we don't go tonight, I'll make it worth your while," I said, standing flush against him and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He smiled down at me, shaking his head.

"No no no, ickle Avery. You're not doing this. We're going tonight."

"Are you seriously turning down the chance to fuck me? You'd rather go to some shitty dinner with the spawn of satan than take my body any way that you'd want and fuck me senseless?"

Zayn didn't even bat an eye, just laughed, shook his head, and looked down at me through his dark lashes. "Avery, while I'd love to fuck you senseless, we're going to this dinner."

"You won't get another chance after tonight, Malik!"

"Oh believe me, Jordane, I'll be getting plenty of chances after tonight." Zayn winked and walked out of the room, but not before tossing a "You need to be ready in two hours!" over his shoulder, directed towards me. 

"Fuck you!" I yelled, slamming the door and getting into the shower, ready to face hell.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hey guys! So I just updated Wasting Away the other day, and now I've updated this one! Whaaaaat?

I'm going to try and make more frequent updates, bc I'm an update slacker and it's frankly annoying me, so I'm gonna try. Maybe an update or two a week? Idk.

Sorry, this is just a filler chapter. But the next chapter, there will be more drama. Ooh la la! Haha, no but seriously, next chapter will be ready. I promise. This one was just really shitty, and I'm sorry.

I have two friends over rn (Hi Courtney, Hi Karsyn) and we're listening to Best Song Ever and scrolling through our tumblr and/or twitter accounts. I feel like I would've done this if they weren't here, though.

Anyways, I'm bored, so I'm going to go and stalk the Daniel Sharman tag on tumblr and twitter.

I love you all!

-LaurenXx (: