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Chapter 8

Zayn's POV

Today is Saturday. As childish as that sounded and what comes next sounds, I'm excited for today. Excited because, I'm taking her out for the movies.

Last night on our way back home after a long day of work, Bri and I made plans. Plans to watch a new comedy which was released last week and then we'd take off to Subway. I hate Subway but, she loves it. If that's what she wants, then with pleasure.

So, I have to look more presentable. I mean look at her. She looks like an angel. Those brown waves, the way her lips pucker out when she says certain words, the way she smirks when she catches me lying. Oh my god, that's the sexiest. I love everything about her except the fact that she always has me friendzoned.

She is all I want. Correction, she's all I need.

I don't think she has ever realised how much she has helped me. She has always been there for me and I love her so damn much. She goes bat-shit-crazy at me but, that is the reason why I've managed to not do the wrong thing. My grandma has helped me. True story. But, she never knew or understood as much as Brianna did.

Brianna is my gift. My gift sent from god up there. While two of my most precious gifts were ripped away from my life when I was four and one other gift isn't that capable anymore, this is the only gift I have. And I will save this gift with my life. No matter whether it's fucking Tom or even the world against me. Let's face it, I love her.

Wonder what I should wear ... Maybe I should have Niall over and get advice. No, fuck. He's no date expert. Never mind, I'll have him over. Something better than nothing. God, I'm so nervous.

Three minutes later, I find myself dialing Niall.

"Hello," I hear the blonde slurring with a hint of sleep laced in his thick Irish accent.

"Hey, Niall, it's Zayn."

"Like I didn't know. Sup?"

"Right. Are you asleep?"

"I was. Sup?"

"Uhm.."

"What the fuck, Zayn?"

"Alright, alright. I sort of have a date tonight, well, not exactly a date but, a date kinda thing. God, I don't even know," I find it hard to explain.

"Explains a lot," Niall being Niall fires me back.

"Just get your ass over here and help me out, Niall," my patience was wearing thin.

"I bet you can be a wee bit more generous," he does it yet again.

"Well, fuck you."

"Be there in ten," he laughs.

"Fuck you, Horan."

He laughs again and hangs up.

...

Knock knock!

"I'm coming," I yell back.

Loud bangs is what I hear now.

"Hold on, dammit," I scream again putting on a plain white t-shirt.

I open the door to find that darn blonde who drove me crazy not too long ago.

"You should quit being an asshole already."

"You should too," he hisses back.

"Right, we're both assholes. Be the better asshole and help me out," I say letting him in.