Chasing Forever (Zayn Malik Fan-Fic)

Chasing Forever ( Chapter 2 )

Here's chapter 2! :) Now's finally when something interesting happens! Hope you like it!

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(Zayn's P.O.V.) 

"Why're you looking at me like that, mate?" 

I glanced up from my mobile to find Harry leant up against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. His shirt was covered in sweat, so I had somewhat of a clue where he had been. "Out dancing, I presume?" I asked, arching my brow. 

He smirked, strolling over to sit on the sofa beside me. "Is it really that obvious?" He raked a hand through his curls, chuckling. 

Eyeing him, I replied. "Just a tad. Now what do you want?" 

"What are you doing today?" Wow, he was quick to the point. 

Pressing my lips together, I shrugged, placing my mobile on the coffee table. "It's four in the morning, Hazza. I don't have my whole day planned out yet... Why?" 

Draping an arm around my shoulders, he smiled. "Alright, well, listen. I've been thinking---" 

"Oh no, we always know where that leads to." I rolled my eyes, cutting him off. 

He shot me a glower before continuing. "Like I was saying... How about you go out?" 

"I'm going to go out later?" What the hell was he getting at? 

"No, you bloke, like, on a date." He retorted with a scoff. 

Furrowing my brows, I stared at him. "A date? With who?" 

Harry smirked, patting my shoulder. "A lucky girl. I met her at a club tonight and I think you'll really like her---" 

"You set me up on a date? Mate, that's not cool." I snapped back, crossing my arms. Harry was one of my best friends, but that did not give him the right to try to hook me up with girls. I could handle that on my own. 

"You're not listening to me, Zayn! Just imagine it, yeah? A fan gets to have dinner with the Zayn Malik. The fans will go crazy!" Glaring at him, I let him finish for once. "The paparazzi will eat it up, mate!" 

"Why don't you go on the date then?" I rose to my feet, grabbing my mobile and shopping it into my pocket. "I mean, you did pick the girl, after all." 

Sighing, he ran his hand down his face. "Zayn, this is for you. I picked her out for you. Also, people think I'm a man slut so they'd become suspicious of me. But you, on the other hand," His lips peeled to reveal his cheeky smile. "No one'll see it coming. It'll be perfect. Promise me you'll do it?" 

I stared at his open hand, my own lips pressed tightly together in a line. With a defeated groan, I caught his hand and squeezed it firmly. "You better not make me regret this, Styles." 

"Don't worry about it, Malik." He smirked back. "This'll be like a dream come true." 

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(Back to Libby) 

All I wanted was to die. I had passed out. On Harry Styles. Just by the realization that he was one of Zayn's closest friends, and just like that, I was out like a light.