Playing With Fire || z.m

"Do you fancy him?"

ZAYN

I know for a fact that she will be back in my bed. Without a doubt. She’s done well so far, she’s made it to three days. I’m impressed actually, I gave her a day. Although I am beginning to grow impatient now. I haven’t even seen her out the window, heading off to work or arriving home.

The boys and I have had a long week full of interviews and photo shoots which doesn’t sound like much but being asked the same questions over and over and over again sure does get draining.   

“Can we stop at the shop before you drop me home please?” I call out to the driver. “I need food and fags.”

“No problem, I need to fill the van up with petrol anyway.” He calls back.

Several minutes later and we pull into the garage. Due to it being a Friday evening, the petrol garage is fairly busy but thankfully its only commuters on their way home. I highly doubt that a bunch of 50 year olds are about to mob us!

“Does any one want anything from the shop?” I ask the zombie-like lads as I clamber out of the van.  

“I’ll come with you, Zayn.” Liam yawns and follows me into the small shop. We work in silence, picking up our items and queuing to pay separately. After such a long and exhausting week for One Direction none of us were in chatty moods, even Louis! Normally we were all telling him to shut up.

I pay for my things and make my way back to the van in a daze before someone running into me snaps me out of it.

“Shit, sorry.” I swear and put my free hand on the girl to steady her.

“My fault.” She bends down to pick up her dropped purse. I’d know that cockney accent anywhere.

“Ellie.” Her name comes out as a whisper and she snaps her head up, her eyes meeting mine as she slowly stands. I feel my heart beating over time.

“I’m really sorry for bumping into you, stranger.” She gives me an icy stare, and practically runs past me. It takes me a moment to gather myself together and I turn back towards the van as Harry rushes past me.

“Just seen something I want in the shop.” He calls out to me. I shake my head at the tall boy and climb into the van, making myself comfy. We always end up spending way more time at petrol garages than necessary due to idiots like Harry deciding last minute that he does actually want something from the shop.

“I bet him ten pounds he doesn’t get her number.” Niall laughs.

“What?” I ask as I clumsily pull my seat belt on, struggling to plug the damn thing in.

“Harry went in to get that girl’s number, but I doubt she even knows who he is. He totally won’t get her number.”

“What?” I repeat, my eyes searching the shop for Harry, and low and behold it was Ellie he was chatting up. “Little fucker.”

“Oh, here he comes.” We both watch Harry saunter across the forecourt, his hands shoved in his jeans pockets and a shy smile on his lips.

“You owe me ten quid, Horan.” He laughs as he gets back in the van.  

“Prove it.” I snap. I didn’t believe him. Ellie wouldn’t give her number to my friend, would she?

Harry pulls his phone out his pocket and shows me the screen. He’s right, he has her number. “Boom.” He laughs loudly causing me to jump and drop my bag full of shopping. Why was I so on edge?

“Alright there, butterfingers?” He carries on laughing as I pick up my shopping, causing my anger to increase.

“Oh just shut the fuck up Harry.” I roll my receipt up into a ball and flick it at his stupid curls. “Your hair looks like a werewolf pushed back like that.”