How Did We Get Here // Luke Hemmings & Zayn Malik

Chapter 24: Pink hair

We laughed for a long time, so long that my lungs were becoming sore and my mouth began to ache. I couldn't believe we just did that. Luke grabs me and pulls me into a hug. I hug him back and slowly I stop laughing. His hugs were so warm, making me feel so secure that I just wanted to stand there forever. But that was diminished when Ashton came and squeezed us together. I move around but I was stuck to them. I laugh "Guys! I can't breathe!" they giggle and let the grip go.

Arlene sighed "what's next?" I moan "really, guys I think that's enough." Ashton opens his mouth wide, points up to the sky "yeah... No! That was not the deal, it's the whole day."I roll my eyes and put my hair in a pony tail. While I gather my hair, Louis, Ashton and Arlene huddle near a trash bin to discuss the next challenge. I get closer to Luke and Zayn, I whisper to them "it's only the day right?" Luke grins and agrees "yes..." I take out my phone and check the time. I sigh "its 3:56, we have about four hours left, then its night." Its takes them a while to process my thoughts, but once it registered they chuckle.

The three idiots laugh and turn to us. I knew by Ashton's annoying smirk, it was going to be bad. They stand in front of us, half of their faces serious and the other half wanting to laugh. They stood in quiet until Luke groaned "Little fuckers! Spill it." Ashton burst out laughing. I knew it, it was bad. Arlene steps closer to us "Two words." Ashton then takes a step closer to us "yeah a marriage proposal bitches." Louis laughs "Ashton that wasn't two words. and its scary you think it is" He rolls his eyes and stares at us.

I hate them all; by far this has been the worst and funniest day of my life. Luke bent his body downwards, moaning "you guys are pieces of shit." Zayn laughed "where do we do it?" Arlene crossed her arms and innocently proclaimed "oh, I don't know, the Farris Wheel by the beach." I tense up and by the corner of my eye; I could see Luke cursing off Arlene. I like Arlene, but this made me hate her. She knew I don't have feelings for Luke, or much feelings for Zayn at that matter and she just has to play cupid. Zayn chuckles "Yeah, that's going to take like an hour and a half to get there." Louis grinned "Well, we could go get something to eat then head over there." I sigh and agree. Arlene straightens her posture and put her hand on my shoulder "You guys are taking my car, one car per team. See you guys there." I asked "wait, where are we going?" she lifted her eye brows and shoulder "I really don't know, just follow Louis." I smile and turn to Zayn "Can you drive; it's difficult for me to adjust to All of This." I point to the car and the road. He chuckles "Oh right, for you guys, everything is the right." I smile and Luke yells over to me "Hey! Why don't you ask me to drive?" I laugh "Luke, I'm not sure you should strain your eyes, you have a really bad bruise." He smiles and yells "I call shot gun!" Lifting his hand in the air and shoving me away from the door. I chuckle and get in the back seat.

Louis decided to eat at a really crowded place; we had to eat outside in the cold. We took an hour eating, of course Luke only took about half a second to devour his food, and I shared my fries and turkey sandwich with him. While we were eating, when ever Ashton was acting like him, Arlene would look over at him and stare at him. She would have this spark in her eyes that made you feel she was in love. I didn't want to jump the gun, but I think she like him, that's why she was acting so weird at the diner.

Arlene and I cleaned up after the guys, wiping down the table and throwing away the trash. We entered inside to throw the trash and use the bathroom before we leave. I was washing my hands when she came out of the stall. She comes next to me and starts washing her own hands. I look at her and she notices "What?" I laugh "Nothing, it's probably nothing." She grins and rolls her eyes. I wanted to ask her so badly but maybe I was just jumping the gun.