After Vivian was done, Zayn walked out to get a drink of water before Dick came in when he heard someone moaning in one of the other rooms.
Harry,he rolled his eyes and shook his head, walking back to his room.
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"So? How was it?" Kiyomi asked Vivian after all the one-on-one's were finished, nudging her until she reached the point of shoving.
"Ki!" Vivian said, smirking.
"Viva!" she mimicked, going on to curse at her in Portuguese. Even though she was also Japanese and Chinese and didn't look Portuguese or Hispanic, Kiyomi was both and had grown up in the same ghetto as Vivian. She had thin, almond-shaped brown eyes and oddly tan skin, and her short, choppy brown hair had bleach-blonde streaks and a peacock feather in it.
"Fine. I mean, I guess he was okay. Just not my type, you know."
"Yeah? He looked kinda familiar" Kiyomi replied.
"Yep, I noticed that, too. But I mean he's famous so we're bound to have seen his face before" Vivian replied.
"Yeah."
"How was it with that Harry lad?" Vivian asked.
"Oh very good" Kiyomi pointed to a bite on her neck.
"Oh, that's just like you, Ki" Vivian said smirking and slapping her.
"You know me."
"So I'm presuming you got his digits?" Vivian asked.
"Viva, who am I, again?" Kiyomi asked joking. "And I know you got Zayn's?"
"Well he got mine, anyways" Viva replied.
"Ahhh. I see how it is." Kiyomi smiled as she nudged her some more.
"Whatever."
"I have to get Harry to come again. Oh, it was priceless" Kiyomi rambled on in Spanish, but Vivian was only half-listening, thinking of a certain mysterious, dark-skinned boy and if a magazine was the only place she had seen his face before.
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"Oh, Harry!" Louis screeched as he wiped the lipstick from Harry's cheek.
"What can I say?" Harry said smugly, grinning cheekily and shrugging.
Liam shook his head and Zayn laughed.
"You took one-on-one quite literally,mate" Liam teased.
"Well, how was it with Sarah anyhow?"
"She was nice and way too young for me!"
"Hey, Kiyomi is the same age as me!" Harry pleaded.
"Yeah and she's in jail!" Louis pointed out.
"Oh, like you didn't have any fun!"
"How dare you! I am loyal to you, Hazza! As for you, I don't know if I can trust you any longer..." Louis fake cried. Oh, these Larry Stylinson moments.
Harry rolled his eyes. "How were your one-on-one's, Liam?"
"Good. I mean besides the fact that I was trembling with fear every second that one of them might murder me."
Niall snickered. "Don't be silly, mate. They aren't allowed to have guns or knives in Juvy."
"Ha ha, funny. How was yours, anyhow?"
"Mine was quite insightful. Apparently Kirana was falsely accused of growing marijuana in her backyard when it was really her mom. However, I wasn't thoroughly convinced. She seemed like a lass who'd be up for a good craic anytime day or night. As for Victor, well it wasn't too deep or anything but he talked openly and he regrets what he did so I guess we kinda got through to him today."
Louis smiled. "It's a start!" he declared. "Mine were quite interesting, as well. It was actually kind of fun! Like a party with just two people! Xander was too cool for his trousers, I think, but fun to talk to and Marley seemed completely turned around after hearing what we said today and she promised to me that she would never smoke another cigarette ever again. I was so happy I almost cried! And she told me she loves carrots! Yay! Another member into the Carrot Kingdom!" Louis spazzed.
"What about you, Zayn?" Harry asked.
"Pray tell!" Louis exclaimed.
Zayn sighed. He didn't want to say anything to them about Vivian. They might think he was being completely insensitive to Perrie and their whole family, which he wasn't; he was completely sensitive and his heart ached more than anyone's. He had just gotten her number because she were from Bradford like him and because she didn't seem like a madwoman or a serial killer or anything, so he thought she was safe; they would just hang out. That's all they would be-friends. Right? He sighed again.What had compelled him to befriend a criminal in the first place?
"Good. Vivian was very...sarcastic and Dick was sullen" he replied plainly.
"Kind of like you are being right now! JUST KIDDING!" Louis screamed as Zayn started to chase after him.
The boys saw Simon shaking his head as he walked up to the boys. "Rein it in, you two" he said.
"I've spoken with Paul and he said you can have the whole week off from recording to rest and also to recover from anything you might have just experienced" Simon joked as he referred to One Direction manager Paul.
"Thank God!" they exclaimed.
"But, Paul said he also wants three songs written in the next month, and I agree with him."
There was a slight groan from Niall, as his guitar was in a local shop getting fixed because he had broken a few strings while madly drunk the other night. Louis stifled a laugh, recollecting the horrendous experience.
"All right boys. Again, thank you so much for cooperating today. Now let's head back!" Simon said to the boys as they opened the car doors and got inside.
Niall and Harry had passed out minutes into the drive home. Louis was playing a game on his Gameboy and Liam was chatting with Simon about other upcoming deadlines while Zayn was just staring out the window at the whipped cream clouds that floated above in the muggy London zenith, thinking about all he had been through, and wishing to be a cherubim that would float around on a cloud all day, singing and playing a golden harp; for when a finger plucks a golden harp, the only blisters created are those of love.
Hey guys! So sorry about the cheesy last two sentences; it was just absolutely necessary :) My writing can sometimes descend into the depths of...ahh I won't go there :p I can just be cheesy sometimes while trying to maintain a Hugo-esque writing style. But yeah. What I was trying to say basically is that Zayn wants all the pain to go away so he only has peace, love and serenity surrounding him. But is that all in store for Zayn? Hmm, we'll see ;)
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