She was a bitch || Z.H

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"zach, come look at this," you called out for him from the other side of the men's section of forever 21.

"hmm?" he questioned once he returned to your side. he had originally never wanted to come to forever 21 but he agreed once he saw how excited you were to go. however, he wasn't expecting this shopping trip to be for him.

"i think you'd look really good in this," you told him, lifting the pink t shirt that looked almost bleached up off of the counter to hold it up to him.

"really?" he raised an eyebrow at you, taking the shirt into his own hands to get a better look at it. "i don't know, baby," he sighed, reaching to put the shirt back on the table only for you to stop him.

"cmon, please just try it on!" you begged, pulling out your puppy dog eyes which you knew always worked on him.

"take me to the dressing room," he sighed once again, holding out his hand so that you could drag him to the back corner of the store where the dressing rooms were. he had faked an angry expression to keep up with the act that he didn't want to be here but the second you turned around he let the smile explode on his face. he loved how you always got so excited over the smallest things, so much he couldn't help but smile.

"how many?" the woman who stood outside of the dressing rooms asked you and zach once you arrived. you saw her eyes wonder up and down zach's body as a small smirk creeped on his face, however he failed to notice it from the fact that he was counting the items that you had shoved into his hands. you shot her a glare which you knew she saw.

"four," he confirmed a moment later. she nodded, much more cheery now than before having gotten a good look at zach in all of his glory.

"you gonna wait out here, baby?" zach asked right before he entered the dressing room.

"yeah," you replied simply. "come out here and show me everything you try on, though! i wanna be able to see my master piece," you winked. he rolled his eyes but chuckled nonetheless as he shut the dressing room door behind him. you could see him kicking off his white high tops from the opening underneath the door.

"so," the same woman from before huffed, leaning against the wall right next to where you were seated. you said nothing, rather just looked up at her questioningly.

"how long have you and pretty boy been together?" she asked. you could tell that there was an undertone of bitterness in her voice, and you returned it right back.

"almost a year."

"oh, well you better keep an eye on him. with him looking like that and you looking like that," she said, looking you up and down the same way she did to zach. "he could leave you in a hot minute, and he probably will so watch out."

you scoffed at how rude this lady who was supposed to be 'improving your shopping experience' was being. "i'm sorry, i think you have the wrong idea," you shook your head, trying your hardest to remain calm and not blow up on this woman.

"alright," she gigged, looking down at her nails. clearly, she wasn't satisfied with your reaction. you rolled your eyes and looked over to zach's dressing room, anxiously waiting for him to come out.

"ya know, your boy toy looks oddly familiar," she commented again.

"uh, yeah. he's actually in a band," you told her, a smile making it's way onto your face. you were so so so proud of zach and anytime his success came up in conversation, you instantly became giddy.

"oh, so he has even more of an opportunity to sneak off with another girl," she chuckled. at this point, she knew she was pushing your buttons and she wanted to see how far she could push. "i mean, assuming they go on tour with their probably trash music. imagine all of the girls he meets who are just dying to get with him!"

she wasn't wrong. he did meet a ton of girls who were 'dying to get with him,' but you knew that there was no way that he ever would do that to you. you knew that well.

"listen," you nearly growled at the woman. her head shot up from looking down at her nails at your sudden confrontation with her. "i don't know what it is you're poking at, but it needs to stop." you pushed yourself off of the bench you were sitting on to get closer to the woman so that you would not have to start a scene. "my boy toy and i are very happy together. he is incredibly successful and meets a lot of supporters daily, but he would never cheat on me with them. with anyone! we have a future together and we both know it, and it is in fact none of your business to get into, but thank you for the effort."

her eyes widened. clearly, she wasn't used to being confronted as you had just done. as if on cue, zach emerged from the dressing room wearing the same clothes he had been wearing all day with the clothes you had sent him in with in his hand.

"listen, babe-" he began but you cut him off quickly.

"zach, let's get the fuck out of here," you rushed him, taking the clothes out of his hands and carelessly putting them on the counter where the unwanted clothes belonged. you continued to grab hold of his bicep and take him out of the store with you promptly.

"baby," he chuckled as you dragged him all the way out the front door. "what the fuck did you do?" he continued giggling once you stopped moving.

"she was a bitch," you mumbled.

"what do you mean? the girl at the changing rooms? but she seemed so nice!"

"she wasn't."

"what made you blow up?" he asked, already knowing for a fact that you had some sort of argument with the woman.

"well first she told me that your music was trash and then she told me that you probably meet tons of fans all the time which completely contradicts the first thing because if it was trash you wouldn't have fans to meet and then she told me that you were going to leave me for one of them and i wasn't having it!" you rambled, taking a deep breath afterwards.

"so you told her off?" zach clarified.

"yeah kinda," you mumbled, suddenly becoming flustered. he smiled at your blushing cheeks cheesily before wrapping his arm around your shoulder tightly.

"that's my girl," he smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple as the two of you continued to aimlessly wonder the city.

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