Three Way Relationship

72 - He Likes You

Zayn's POV

I laughed, sipping onto the drink Selena handed to me. The lot of us were drinking as we sat at a park bench. Selena was old enough to buy alcohol, so she bought two or three boxes of beer cans. We all sat together, drinking it down and laughing at each others idiocy.

Justin was still at the hotel, and we were going back soon, but we were too busy enjoying the sunset and such.

Niall was leaning his head on my shoulder, taking gulps of his drink as he stared at the few buildings across the road.

"M'tired." He muttered. I wrapped an arm around him.

"We'll go back soon." I kissed his cheek.

"Excuse me, are you all aware this is an alcohol free area?" A stern voice spoke from behind us. We all turned, to find three police officers standing there. Shit.

"O-Oh, we're sorry, we're tourists, we didn't know." Perrie said, speaking for all of us.

"I'm going to need an identification check." One said, walking towards us.

Double shit.

Justin's POV

"You're not seriously angry that you didn't get a hotdog and ice cream, are you?" Jason gave me a look. I frowned at him, crossing my arms. "You got Brownies." He stated.

"Filled with weed! That's drugging me, and I want ice-cream and a hotdog." I poked my tongue out.

Jason scoffed, rolling his eyes, "You act like a child."

"I'm sixteen, put up with it." I smirked.

"You're annoying." Jason said, sitting beside Zeke.

"Do you have to sit next to me?" Zeke groaned, covering his face with his hands.

"Why, yes, Princess." Jason smirked.

"Stop calling me that." Zeke pulled his hands away, glaring at Jason.

"Stop calling you what, Princess?" Jason battered his eyes innocently.

I stared at them, with a brow raised.

Zeke then used his fist, punching Jason in the shoulder while he growled, "Quit it, bitch."

"Damn Princess, nice punch." Jason chuckled, winking at Zeke.

"Don't you have a home?" Zeke spat.

"But I'd rather be with you, Princess." Jason smirked.

I was about to say something, but Zayn's phone started going off. I got up, wincing as I limped out the room, to answer it.

"Hello, Zayn‘s phone, Justin speaking." I said informally, standing in the kitchen.

"Hey babe, its Zayn." The other end replied.

"Hey, where are you? You've been hours, and I'm bored." I frowned.

"Okay, listen, we all got in a bit of a mess..." Zayn sighed. I furrowed my brows.

"What do you mean?"

"We were drinking, and a few cops ran an identity check, and breath test." Zayn sighed.

"Zayn..." I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, babe. Niall's chucking up, and we're all in this cell, the girls are in a different one, but we'll try and get out as soon as possible, is Zeke back?" Zayn muttered on the phone.