You Belong With Me (A Zayn Malik Fan-fic)

• Chapter 11 •

YOU BELONG WITH ME • CHAPTER 11

***Zayn's P.O.V.***

"Hey Per," I showed up tonight, not wanting to hear about it later. I was taking her out to this club Harry and Lou had found. I say the word, club, but it was more formal. Like...a prom if you will.

"Hey babe," she came out in a blue floor length gown that hugged her body. "I'm ready."

"You look...stunning." I commented.

"So, are the boy's coming tonight?"

"Of course. So is all Liam's little sister's friends."

"Oh. Cool." She grabbed a clutch and walked away with me into the car.

***Dillon's P.O.V.***

"Guys, I'm not to keen on this one," I spun around, a beautiful white strapless dress that showed off my curves and then poofed at my hips with a beaded embellishment on the chest was on me, making me look really good, but what if it was too good.

"Well remember it's on loan. That goes for you two Ros!" I looked over, all of us looking pretty good if I may say so. My curled hair was laying at the top of my chest, still bouncy as it was three hours ago. Blythe had scorned us both for not bringing a dress.

Blythe herself was in a purple dress like mine, only it stopped just above the knees, Roslyn in red off the shoulder one with matching heels. Camille sported a green one like Blythe's, Selena was in a grey one with straps that flowed down her tall frame.

"Dill, cut it with your standards you look amazing so shut your trap." Selena had a chuck of my hair, throwing it in the back, letting it fall and then pushed my bangs back.

"Sorry, it's just I look...to overdone." Especially with the bright cherry colored lipstick you made me where. Roslyn looks better in it with her dress, I thought.

"We ready ladies?"

"Of course!" Cammy squealed, her messy curly side bun bouncing the flower clip pinned in it. That's what I was missing!

I dug through my hair supplies quickly and found a white rose clip. Twisting my bangs into a roll, I stuck the pin in, slipping it to the right side of my head. It really made the hair look prettier, I thought.

I knew Perrie would be there, so I may as well attempt to look my best, I sighed.

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***Dillon's P.O.V.***

"Zayny-boo!" Perrie yelled, her phone ringing, flagging Zayn over. It was a slow song, and everyone else had found a partner. Well, except Roslyn and Niall. Liam had 'curtiously' asked Blythe to dance, seeing she looked bored.

While Zayn attended to her, I glanced over at the two who just sat there, really akwardly.

"Niall, can I talk to you a sec?" I looked down, feeling really uncomfortable talking to someone new.

"Sure Dillon. You hardly ever talk. Where to?"

"Just, over here." I don't even think Zayn noticed me. And these two were perfectly noticing each other, I could tell by the look in at least his eyes that he liked her.

If I couldn't have my slow dance with the one I loved, at least these two would.

"Ask her!"

"What?"

I watched my toe tap to the music. "To dance you dork!"

"What if she doesn't want to. You know. With me." He looked down like me.