His Girl

×3| Guns and Hospitality

ZAYN

"Aye Zayn." Louis called.  I walked over to him, hands in my pocket.

"What's good?"

"Haven't seen you in a while man." He huffed. "It's like you frowned that face off the earth."

I nodded. "True, I only left for a year bro."

"Yea but never called." He shook his head.

"He's right, man" Harry enters clapping me on the back.

"Y'all do know I was only gone a year."

"A long ass year." Niall mutters.

"Where the hell is Liam though?!" I asked.

"He out with his girl." I raised a brow and chuckled.

"About time." I clapped my hands together.

"Yo, Anastasia fucking beaming today." Niall smirked and Louis chuckles.

"You right bro, I swear she get feistier and sexier, everyday."

"You guys know that's my girls best friend." Harry smirked.

"Zayn had some balls calling her sexy." Niall laughed, shaking his head.

"Bro, you think I give a fuck." I spat.

"Bro calm it."

"She's disrespectful as fuck." I shook my head my fist tightening to my sides. Even though she was fiesty and all, it intrigued me. And the fact the she fucking steamy hot made it worse.
But what I can't stand is being disrespected.

"She's a fiesty one, what she did to me today." I chuckled remembering how she grabbed his ear. "All I did was grab her ass, like it was calling my name."

"That's because you are a pussy bro." I clapped his back, he shook his head.

"So, down to business. How was the kill with Jackson." I smiled in triumph.

"Great. That sucker had it coming. I don't give a fuck if you got a family. He had a job and he screwed it up. Almost got us all arrested." I shook my head.

"Yea man y-"

"You bitch!!" Harry bolted out the room and we all followed to see Ashlyn scraping the shit out of Crystal. I looked over to the couch and saw Anastasia just sitting there legs crossed over eating her Ben and Jerry's. She smirked at Ashlyn. Damn. She really thinks she's a badass. I shook my head at that thought.

"Really babe!" Harry yelled.

"Excuse me!" She yelled back. Here we go again. " She instigated the shit."

"I don't give a fuck." He spat.

"I don't give a fuck." She mimicked. "Of course you don't, you never do. Dickhead." She spat back, she ran out the room with tears welling up in her eyes.

"Babe.." he called and ran after her.

I swear the are the most fucked up couple. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, and walked back to the living room to see Niall tickling Anastasia. I don't know why it made me mad, see his hands physically on her, I clenched my fist.

"If you two are done horsing around I would like to watch TV" I spat. Anastasia frowned, and Niall moved from on top of her and scooted over.

"Sure man" I sat down with a locked jaw and felt eyes on me.

"Yo Zayn what's your problem." I looked towards her and raised my eyebrows.

"Your my problem." I smirked.