*Two Weeks Later*
Lori texts me during work.
Do you want to grab a bite with me on your break?
I look around to make sure that there are no customers that need my help. Right now it is like a ghost town in River Island. I text her back.
Yeah I will meet you at the food court.
20 minutes later I am sitting with Lori eating lunch. I have not talked with her since the night of the dinner. I know that he has not told her about the kiss yet. I know Lori can be jealous and even though I am her friend I do not think she will be any nicer to me if she found out.
“I felt like I haven’t chatted with you in like forever Carla. Do you have a new boyfriend yet?”
I feel a lump form in my throat. The last boyfriend I had I broke up with 3 months ago.
“No George was my last boyfriend.”
“It must be difficult for you. I know it has been a while since I had sex with Zayn especially with his rehearsals.”
I start to choke on the bite I took of my burger. I manage to spit out the food into my napkin.
“Are you okay?”
I nod my head yes. I feel out of breath at the news that Lori and Zayn had sex. I guess I sorta suspected that they had but I guess that it is affecting me because of what happened between us.
I see realization light up in Lori’s eyes. She leans closer to me so that no one can overhear her.
“Have you ever done it?”
I feel my cheeks start to turn red as I shake my head no.
“If you ever have any questions don’t be afraid to ask me. I will tell you anything you want to know.”
I am saved by my phone buzzing. It’s a text from my boss.
I need you back on the floor now. A big crowd just came rushing in.
“I am sorry Lori I have to get back to work. I will text you when I get off work to plan something tonight.”
“Actually Zayn is coming home tonight. We were think of catching a flick at the cinema. I can pick you up around 7.”
I don’t know if I will be able to handle seeing Zayn and Lori together. I cannot keep avoiding the inevitable that they are a couple and I am just 'the friend'.
“I will meet you guys there actually.”
I walk back to the store and go back into work mode. After the rush it becomes dead again so I have some time for myself. I let my thoughts wander thinking about how I will confront Zayn tonight.
The past two weeks I have been in a daze.I have tried not to think about what happened but the truth is that I cannot stop thinking about it. I have managed to avoid Lori by diving into my work and Zayn has been busy at bootcamp.
I snap out of my thoughts when I notice a customer coming to my register. I recognize him as one of my ex’s; Brad.
Brad was my boyfriend about 3 years ago, actually he was my first kiss. We broke up because I broke his nose after he made fun of Zayn for his religion. Zayn’s family went on vacation when I first met Brad. We hit it off right away and I thought that he would be the one but I was wrong. When Zayn came back from vacation I introduced him to Brad. Brad refused to shake his hand and called him something very inappropriate. The next words that came out of his mouth were jumbled because of his broken nose. I saw him a few weeks later and he apologized for being a jerk.
I ring him up.
“How have you been Brad?”
“I am good Carla and you look like you are doing fine.”
I see a smile light up on his face with his eyes sparkling. His brown eyes are not the same shade of brown as Zayn’s but they are still a nice warm light brown.
“Won’t your girlfriend be jealous of you flirting with other girls?”
“I am single right now. I am guessing that your boyfriend might not be happy about me talking with you.”
“Actually I’m not seeing anyone either.”
“Well single lady if you are not doing anything give me a ring.”
He writes his phone number on the back of his receipt and hands it to me.
I get an idea as he turns to leave.
“If you're not doing anything tonight do you want to catch a flick?”
“Sounds good to me. What time do you want to meet up?”
“Can you pick me up at 7?”
“See you then Carls.” He turns and leaves.
I figure that if Zayn can move on and act like there is nothing between us I can do the same. I also figure that Brad has grown up enough from when I dated him. I still think that he is also cute.
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Writing Music ( A Zayn Malik love story)
FanfictionThirteen-year old Carla did not like the idea of moving across the Atlantic Ocean until she met a brown-eyed boy. Could either of them have guessed that the same boy would become one of the most famous teenage musicians just a few years later?