Chapter Twenty-Eight: Worst Plot Twist in the History of Plot Twists

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Yeah, So Sexy

Date: (So I seriously cannot remember but I'm gonna make it July 21st)

**Zyla's POV**

Honest to goodness my life is probably one of those stories years from now that no one will believe.

People will be telling their children about how one day I was just living a normal life then all the sudden my mum goes to America and leaves me with a dad I've never met.

That Dad?

Liam Payne.

Oh yeah. And the mum dies and doesn't come back.

Plot twist.

Worst plot twist in the history of plot twists.

"Zyla?"

"Hm?" I say turning my head toward the voice to see Zayn standing there.

"We're all gonna go out to eat. You gonna come?"

I glance at the stove clock. It's 5:12 pm. Whoa, I didn't realize it was so late.

"Yeah I'll come" I say my stomach grumbling.

"Hurry up then," says Zayn. "We're leaving now."

"Be right there," I call hurrying up the stairs. Quickly, I slip some shoes on and run a brush through my hair. I looked in the mirror examining what I was wearing. Black T-shirt and some short shorts. 

Yeah, so sexy.

"Zyla c'mon!" I hear Louis yell.

"Coming!" I call again skipping down the stairs before stopping (thanks to cramps-yeah it's that time of the month).

"Let's go," says Liam. I nod and hurry out to the car, not even fighting over the front seat with Niall and Harry (it's a regular thing around here).

***

"Hi what can I get you guys?" asks the waitress.

"I'd like . . . " begins Niall before listing off about 3-4 things.

"I'll take a steak," says Liam.

"Same," says Zayn.

"I'll have . . . um a baked potato," says Harry.

"Can I have the soup please?" asks Louis.

"And you?" the girl asks turning to me.

"Erm . . . just the hamburger and fries," I say.

She nods and gathers our menus. "Your orders will be here in the next 15 minutes." With that she turns away.

"You ok Zyla?" asks Niall.

"Sure," I reply, groaning. "Hey can we stop by the store?"

"Why?"

"Because I need to get something.:

"What?" asks Harry.

"Stuff."

"What stuff?"

I look at him in the eye. "Stuff Harry. Now butt out."

He puts his hands up. "Geez sorry."

"Did you get enough sleep? 'Caus you sound grumpy," says Louis sipping on his drink.

"Yes I got enough sleep Louis," I say. "Thanks for your concern."

All the sudden Niall chokes on his drink.

"You okay there Niall?" I say staring at him.

"OHHHH," he says. "Stuff! I get it!" He winks at me. "I getcha Zy."

I sigh and put rub my forehead with my hand.

"Honestly. You guys are so thick," I mutter, before sliding out of the booth and heading to the bathroom.

"What's wrong with her?" asks Zayn.

"Mate she-" starts Niall.

"Don't Niall," I call back.

I hear him chuckle. 

"Nevermind."

In the bathroom I dial Christy's number.

"Waddup waddup?" I hear her say.

I grin. 

"So I'm feeling . . . cramped," I say smirking.

"Ahhh," says Christy and I just know she's nodding understandingly.

"Have the boys figured out yet?"

I shake my head before realizing she can't see me. 

"No. Well I think Niall's figured out."

"Really? Huh never woulda thought that," says Christy thoughtfully.

"Oh that was nice," I say rolling my eyes.

"Zyla, come on-it's Niall."

"True."

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