it's you [malik]

twenty-five|| headache

We get to the club around 11 o'clock and it's so much better than any American club I've ever seen. After I get a few drinks in my system Niall and I start dancing and having fun but I can't fully enjoy the moment because I'm too busy thinking about Brook.

She really wanted to come. She's the reason why we're here in the first place and she couldn't even go because Rowan told her no? That's such bullshit. He was belittling her and being disrespectful. Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.

I would think she'd talk to us about whats going on but she just lied to our faces. I'm the last one to talk about lying though. I'm lying to everyone that's important to me right now.

"I'm going to sit down." I say in Nialls ear then he nods and I walk back over to our VIP table.

I pull out my phone and see that Zayn texted me a few minutes ago.

"are you guys still out?"

Is he serious? It's only 11:30. He's acting like we're just going to get coffee or something. We might not leave til 2am if we last.

"Yes Zayn. We are. Whats up?"

I know whats up I just want to ask. I mean it's not like he's going to get what he wants.

"when are you getting back?"

He completely just ignored my question. I look up and see Nia on the dance floor with some random guy and she looks like shes having so much fun and I'm happy thats shes enjoying herself. I should be doing the same but I have to deal with this fuck buddy of mine.

I see a facetime call coming from Zayn and I answer it and walk out the noisy club so I can hear him.

I literally can't even see him. All i'm looking at is his ceiling while I wait for him to start talking.

"What do you want Zayn." I asked breaking the silence. I don't want to be out in this chilly weather long.

"I want you to come back to the hotel so we can fuck but I thought you'd be smart enough to assume that." he said then I see smoke appear at the corner of the screen.

He must be smoking weed. Thats why his cameras not facing him. He smokes his cigarettes outside but he probably can't smoke weed because of the paparazzi.

"Look. You can't expect me to drop what I'm doing just cause you texted me." I say the harshness in my voice evident. "I'm not your girlfriend."

"I never said you were Lana." he said. Since when has he called me that?

"Good." I retort.

"Great. So are you coming or?" he chuckles then i roll my eyes. He's so aggravating.

"We just got here Zayn. What the fuck am I supposed to say? Niall's going to catch us. This needs to stop before it gets bad." I say anxiously.

"You worry too much, love. You should just not care. You'll be alot less stressed." he says slightly turning the camera towards him as he puts his blunt out.

He looks so good right now. His hair is really messy and in his face while he's laying on his bed probably with a game controller. I wouldn't mind going back and being with him honestly.

"You can gawk at me in person if you just come back to the hotel." he says hiding his smile then my cheeks turn red.

"Uhm. What am I going to tell Niall?" I asked really not knowing how I will leave without inquiry.

"You'll figure it out." he smirks then I hear the three little beeps that happen after a call ends.

Great.