Breathe {Zayn Malik}

Chapter 1: Finally Back

 

Hey guys! Thanks for opening my book, and giving it a chance! So, read on if ya dare ;)

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I aimlessly scrolled through Tumblr, waiting for something to catch my eye. I had gave up studying for my classes at the University, which didn't start for a month and a few weeks. I bought my books early, hoping it would give me an advantage. It really didn't.

"Whatcha' Doing?" Ariana, one of my roommates asked, walking into the room with her heels making a click noise at every step.

"Nothing," I replied, not bothering to look up from my computer screen.

"Well, I'm going out tonight with A few friends, and wanted to know if you would wanna come," She said.

"And what will you and these friends be doing?" I asked and looked up at her, answering my own question. She wore a shimmery gold cocktail dress with the back cut out, and towering black heels. The dress looked almost three sizes too small, leaving nothing to imagination.  Her raven and blonde ombrè hair was curled, and her usually naturally beautiful face was caked in makeup. She was going clubbing.

"Man Hunting," She exclaimed. Did she forget she had a boyfriend?

"Ari, You already have a man," I reminded her.

She rolled her eyes, and mumbled something.

"What?" I questioned.

"Never mind," She shrugged it off.

"Ariana," I pushed.

"I basically said that your a lower region female body part Block," She said. "I know you hate dirty words, is that pure enough for ya?" I had never been a goody goody. I had actually been a bit rebellious in high school, I just never used dirty/curse words. I never saw the appeal, they didn't enhance your sentences at all. I guess you could say I was half and half, good girl sometimes, and rebel others.

"I am not the block of anything, alright?" I stated, defending myself. "I just don't want you to cheat on your boyfriend, Louis or whatever-"

"Lucas." She cut in.

"Right. I do not want you to cheat on him, and then come crying to me. Got it?"

"Whatever. You coming?" She asked.

"Nah, I'm just gonna hang here, with all of the food, and blankets, and WiFi..." Wow, I sounded pathetic. Ariana rolled her eyes, and walked into her room.

The door randomly opened, throwing me off guard.

"Hey guys," Noel my other roommate greeted, walking through the door. Her long brown hair reached her elbows, and was slightly shaved on one side. She was as skinny as she could get, her black 'Nirvana' muscle shirt barely showing that to full extent. Her blue jeans were ripped and washed out. She wore old black combat boots that were untied, just adding to her outfit. Many colorful tattoos shown on her uncovered arms, completing her punk rock look. She may have sounded tough, but she was one of the nicest, and happiest people I had ever met.

"What's up Y'all?" Mason her boyfriend asked, walking in beside her. I mentally groaned. Mason was pretty cool, but he was at our flat all day, every day. 24\7.