Arrogance | Z.M

Four

Zayn Malik

Adjusting my cuff links on my suit sleeve, we all stood in the hallway at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Anastasia to get ready. Today was the Cohen's Charity Polo match down at the Brighton show-ground. It was an annual event that my parents and the Carras family attended religiously every year. The Cohen's have worked with my father for 10 years and counting, so they weren't strangers to us.

As I began to hear the heels click against the stairs, I immediately turned around to face Anastasia, we both quickly glanced at each other before she left my eyes and looked down to the ground. I could tell she was blushing, because her unnoticeable huge grin was locked on her face. She wore a very short pale blue cocktail dress, which was covered in gold detailing and paired it with light blue strappy heels. One of her manicured hands was gliding down the railing of the stairs, and the other tightly gripped a small clutch.

I didn't want to make it obvious, but she did look pretty decent.

Everyone began to crowd around Anastasia once she left the stairs, all complimenting her however I stepped away from the crowd, busting to leave already. I couldn't help but notice Anastasia's eyes continuously lingering on mine, however I didn't think too much of it.

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Anastasia Carras

The whole car ride there was very awkward to say the least. I was squished in a car with Trisha, my mother and Zayn whereas my father and Yaser went in another car. Zayn didn't bother to speak the whole way there, however I caught him multiple times scrolling through his phone on a dating app. I couldn't help but feel a little enraged, but I pushed the thought to the side and began to think about the good things that would come out of today, which was alcohol and Amarni.

Thankfully, when we arrived, I spotted Amarni over by her family's tent, she was standing around a tall bar like table, holding two glasses of champagne. I couldn't help but chuckle at how lost she looked.

Once I greeted my fathers friends, and the Cohen's, I raced towards Amarni. We immediately engulfed each other in a tight embrace, and rocked slightly.

I had missed Amarni tremendously, my summer had become a drab ever since I arrived at the house, and calls became limited as Amarni was very busy with her work schedule, I couldn't blame her though.

Amarni handed me over a champagne glass, and we clinked glasses. The bubbly taste of the champagne soothed my awfully dry throat, and I was grateful. Amarni and I leaned against the bar-table, and looked out onto the playing field. Everyone here certainly knew nothing about the polo, and it was obvious. The charity polo was just an excuse for the rich to dress up, and flash around their prized possessions. I didn't mind though, to me it was just an excuse to catch up with old friends, and drink until I was tipsy and laughing.

It didn't take long for both Amarni and I to become tipsy too, after 5 glasses I began to feel myself tipping to the left slowly, and my vision was circling. It was a good tipsy though, it mean't I could talk anyones ear off, and laugh about god knows what. Amarni could feel it too, it was probably the lack of food that was in our stomach.

However, Amarni and I were chatting away, catching up on everything that we had missed. Amarni had been working at the Hummingbird Cafe all week almost, it was something to gain experience, she didn't really need the money as her parents gave her everything she ever wanted. She also filled me in on her secret romance with Ryan Sheffield, who was the son of the Sheffield's who owned a law firm in Manchester.