Worthless Beauty L.S *Under Massive Editing*

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"So how was he?" Zayn asked as we sat down at our table and even though my day at work was over I felt really guilty for making Harry do what I made him do.. although he didnt have to do it.

"A mess." I replied, my elbows on the table and my head in my hands.

Before Zayn could say anything else the waitress came to our table and handed us our menus. "What would you like to drink?" she asked with a high pitched voice.

"Um I'd like some pepsi." Zayn said opening his menu and looking over it.

She wrote it down and eyed me for a while before saying, "And for you?"

"Um I'd like..." I hummed for a few seconds before finally saying, "Can I just have water?" She nodded.

"Alrighty, ill be back in a few to take your order." We nodded and she left.

"Where were we?" Zayn said. "Oh yea. So you say he's a mess? Aren't all people who have a therapists a mess?" he raised his eyebrows.

"True but this one in particular is-" I cut myself off knowing what Zayn was doing "Dammit, Zayn I'm not aloud to share personal information with you."

"Why not?" he pouted.

"Because it's in the book." I grabbed my menu opened and then closed it, not wanting to give into temptation.

"But I'm your bestfriend. You have to tell me these things." I sighed and the waitress came back with our drinks.

"Are you ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes." Zayn looked at the menu.

"Umm I'll just have some spaghetti." he said handing her the menu with a small smile on his face.

"For you?"

"Um a salad." Zayn raised and eyebrow at me and she walked off once again.

"A salad?"

"Not that hungry." I shrugged trying not to make him curious as to why I wasn't that hungry. After a minute of silence I asked, "So... How's things going in your life?"

"Fine and dandy." He said sarcastically.

"Why's that?"

"My girlfriend dumped me."

"What why?" He shrugged.

"I don't know? She said we'd be better off as friends."

"Do you still love her?"

"I guess.. I mean I don't know."

"Oh. Well maybe it's for the best." He shrugged and the waitress was back once again but this time with our food.

"Anything thing else?" Zayn shook his head but when she was about to walk away Zayn slapped her ass causing her to jump a little.

"Zayn." I hissed. He smirked and she went walking off quickly without looking back.

"What?! She was hot." He grabbed his fork and scooped up some spaghetti with it.

"No she's not!" I leaned across the table and whisper yelled "She has a mustache! your a lonely horny man right now, you'll fuck anything with legs, give it time." He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, Dr. Tomlinson."

"Louis." I corrected him.

"Whatever you say, Louis." He laughed. After he calmed down he started eating. "So this guy. What's his name?"