Disguise♔ z.m

Twenty Seven

He has no right to show up, pretending nothing happened. He has no right to hold her hand and smile at Liam when they brotherly greet each other. He has no right to nod at me without a smile. I feel guilty for the lack of emotions I am receiving from Zayn, but he is no one to me, right? I have decided on that a while ago, and I am not willing to change. Don't do that, Nora, not when you have come so far.

"Nora!" Elle wraps her arms around me.

"Hey," I uncomfortably hug her back. Her straight brown hair, that cascaded beautifully to her waist, splashes forwards to her chest, covering her perfectly shaped collar bones. She pulls away and smiles brightly, her admirable smile and alluring eyes captivating everyone's attention.

"You look great." She gestures to my black top that had its behind laced.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I scan her from head to toe; she wore an identical denim jacket but with shorts and a white top. They are even wearing matching clothes!

Do I talk to him? Do I not?

Zayn advances further to my side when Esmée appears with the unknown male. I have come to figure out his name being Paul. He had spiky blonde hair, with a pair of light green eyes like Marcel, and a chunky figure. I nudge Liam's side and he leans into my side, whispering.

"He dances with us."

"Oh." I answer.

"I am so glad to see you, Nora!" Esmée excitingly says, her bad girl image showing.

"Esmée never stops talking about you," Liam comments briefly, setting his arm on my waist.

"Yeah, I never do," she shakes her head from side to side. I was too focused on the awkwardness between Zayn and I that I did not even notice Esmée, Paul, Elle and Liam begin to talk about some upcoming dance they are planning on doing, and some dances they have to perform next week.

"How have you been?" I ask Zayn, fidgeting with my shirt, looking down, since my guts felt non-existent.

"Good, good." He says lowly, not looking either. "You?"

I hear shifting chairs and clinking glasses while I try to pull my face up.

"I've been well." I flatten my lips and so does he. I notice him raise his hand and snap his finger to grab the attention of the bartender.

I suppose the bartender arrived because I felt a warm body behind mine though we were separated by a glass counter. I briefly look at the bartender from my shoulder.

"Oh, haven't you been here before?"

The familiar look of last time's bartender re-appears in my mind.

Shit, wrong time, wrong place.

"And aren't you her boyfriend who came as well the last time I saw her?"

Someone should shut his mouth before I shove the nearest glass into his throat.

Fortunately, our group couldn't hear a word he said, but Zayn's awkward stuttering was beginning to become noticeable by the rest.

"Yes, no- I mean, you did see me but he isn't my boyfriend," I explain silently and look at Zayn.

"A pint of beer," he sighs and sarcastically smiles at me.

"Right up, and a margarita for you?" I understood the bartender was referring to me.

"Apple juice would be just fine," I hiss and the smirk that formed on his filthy lips could have been smacked.