Disguise♔ z.m

Forty two

"Here," I am interrupted with a foreign voice and that funnily makes my stomach flip and my heart thump from shock.

"Is that him?" Frankie's jaw slightly drops open.

Niall chokes on his drink and wipes the faint drops of beer from his chin with the back of his hand.

Stuttering, I look up and the lovely honey brown eyes look straight at me. I feel my pulse increase and I watch the way his nostrils flare as though he had been rushing his way here.

"Sorry I'm late," he comments, consciously sitting by my side.

"It's okay," I sharply breathe in.

I look at the way Frankie keeps staring at Zayn.

"Guys, this is Zayn. Zayn, this is Frankie," I gesture to the lilac coloured,"and this is Niall." I gesture finally to the blonde.

"Nice to meet you," Zayn says lowly with no stutter, briefly looking at me before settling his eyes on Niall.

"Do you guys know each other?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"Not at all," Niall immediately answers and Zayn nods, giving out his mysterious smile.

"I've been meaning to ask but are you Brad?" Frankie blurts out. Zayn's eyes slowly trail to hers.

"No, I'm Zayn."

"Brad?" I confusingly ask. That name sounds deadly familiar.

"You just look a lot like him," she comments before taking a long sip from her drink.

"We might be twins, you never know," he lightly jokes and everyone laughs except me since I seem to be always out of whatever they have to say

"Yeah sure," Frankie sarcastically remarks but kindly smiles anyway.

"I'm going to get something to drink. Nora, what do you want?" Zayn gets up, and I take my time to take in his outfit that tightly clings on to his muscular body that leaves me mentally panting. Torn blue jeans, black shirt with a white symbol at the centre, leather jacket along with a thick bracelet on his wrist, I think it all forms up a potion for my death.

"Nothing," I answer. "Maybe something light. A fizzy drink or something."

"Okay," he smiles at me and begins to walk away until Niall joins, saying he wants to get himself a drink as well.

Once they leave, I immediately ask Frankie about her odd question.

"He looks like Brad, that's all. I don't think you know him."

"I've heard his name somewhere. It just kills me that I don't remember."

"Maybe from a movie? Maybe like Brad Pitt?"

"No, silly," I chuckle from her bizarre reference but that's alright. I scoot back to my seat and feel my heart warm from the way he had cared for what I had wanted to like. I still hope Niall and Frankie don't think he is the one I am in a relationship with.

Frankie begins to talk about how fun her times here were when she used to come here years back with her old gang. As she continues to reminisce, I shortly try to look at Niall and Zayn. They seem to be hooked up on a deep conversation since I see Zayn gesticulating a lot, but I try my best to listen to Frankie.

Zayn catches me off guard as he speaks, making me jerk my head away, and fidget carelessly with my hands. From the corner of my eye, I could see Zayn trying to round up the conversation, where he begins to walk towards our table with a bottle of beer and a glass of coke I suppose with lots of ice.