Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 10

*Zayn’s POV*

I wanted to head to the local bar. I saw flashes and knew that paps saw me come out of the police station. But right now I don’t give a fuck.

I hopped into my car and started the engine. Paps surrounded the car and they wouldn’t leave. I was honking and honking but they wouldn’t move. Because of the way the day was going, they just kept snapping pictures nearly blinding me.

I hit the gas and possible hit a pap or two. Whatever. There are more of them wherever they came from.

I had a 5 minute drive before I reached my destination. Once I got there, I jumped out, slammed my door and walked in. A few people turned their heads, but most of them kept drowning drinks. I guess that’s what everyone comes to the bar to do; drink away their problems.

At the actual bar I order 3 shots and a beer. “And when I finish, just keep them coming until I say stop, understood?” I told the bartender who nodded.

“But do you think that maybe it would be easier just to--” the bartender asked.

I cut him off. “You’re paid to pour drinks, not offer life advice. Now keep them coming.” He followed my orders after that. Drink after drink, shot after shot I drowned.

I was woozy and completely and totally pissed when I held up my hand to stop. I think it was 8 shots and 5 beers? Or was it 18 shots and 3 beers? Who knows.

“It’s going to be $132.” The man told me. I grabbed 300 euros from my wallet and put them on the table. I then stumbled out of the bar.

“TODAY IS A LOVELY DAY!” I sang, constantly changing keys, and stumbled out of the bar.

I saw some little girls pointing at me and obviously wanting something. “Heyyyyy girls,” I slurred, “Do you want a signature?” They nodded and handed me their phone cases. I signed as Perrie Edwards, thinking that was my name.

I shoved their phones back in their hands and skipped off. If these fans don’t know I was drunk, then they wouldn’t notice if pigs were flying around.

Deciding that this would be a good time to tell Perrie the news, I quickly dialed up her number. She picked up after 3 rings.

“Hey Zayn, what’s up?” She asked me.

“Hey Pezzy!” I said over happily.

There was silence on the other line for a few seconds. “Have you been drinking?” She asked me.

I gasped. “Me? Noooooooo.” I walked across the road, into traffic. Thank god people stopped because I looked a lot like Zayn Malik. That’s rude or anything. “Hey Pezza, what do you think Zayn Malik is doing right now?”

“baby, you’re drunk,” She told me.

“Who’s baby? My name is Jared. Or at least I think it is. Have you seen my twin brother, Eric, around here anywhere?” I stumbled into a park.

“Zayn, baby, where are you?” She asked me calmly.

“I can’t be your baby anymore,” I told her, “I’m getting married to Sarah, my true loooooooove!” I exclaimed.

“What?” Perrie asked me, obviously trying not to cry.

“Yeah Sarah and I are going to have lots of babies. But shh, don’t tell Perrie, I have to find a way to tell her.” I whispered into the phone.

“Bye Zayn,” Perrie said, crying. Then she hung up.

I walked over to a grassy hill. I think that this will be a great place to nap. I thought to myself. I lay down and closed my eyes. Off to Candy Mountain.

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I awoke a few hours later. I had a pounding headache and it was raining. My phone was blowing up.

I quickly looked through a few messages and alerts. One caught my eye.

Perrie and Zayn Break It Off?

What did I do?

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yeah short I know