Stay Real - z.m.

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Zayn’s pov/Yasers pov

"Put this on" I tell Alex handing her the cloths she wore before we went out

"Nooooo" she nags.

"Alex, common. I wasn't this annoying when I was drunk"

"Are you saying I'm drunk?"

"Yes, you are"

"Oh my god, Yaser I thought I could trust you"

"Just put this on, I'll be right back"

"Alright byeeeee" Alex says while I walk from the guestroom back to my own room, where not only me, but also Harry is staying tonight.

"She is totally drunk" I tell Harry.

"Yeah I know, I thought she told you she didn't drink?"

"Yeah me too. She told me she doesn't drink, and that she thought that she never would"

"Good girl gone bad"

"She kissed me, I don't even know if she really meant it or not"

"Really? She kissed me too"

"But that practically means..."

"We kissed indirectly..." Harry says finishing my sentences.

"GROSS” we yell at the same time.

We both end up laughing about the whole situation, till I suddenly get reminded I told Alex I'd come back to her. I get out of the room, and walk towards the guestroom where she’ll be staying tonight.

"Alex, are you changed yet?" I say but when I turn towards her, I see she is already in a deep sleep. She hasn’t changed, and she is still wearing Perrie’s top. I take off her shoes, and take her phone out of pocket and lay it down on the nightstand.

“Sleep tight” I say before turning of the lights and closing the door behind me.

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Alex pov

Urgh my head, Jesus Christ. What happened? And what am I? I search for my phone and look at the time. It’s already half past one, so I guess it got a bit late last night. I get out of bed and switch the light on.

What am I even wearing? This top is way too fancy, and I've never really seen before.

I notice some more comfortable looking cloths at the other side of the bed, the one Yaser gave me last night. I put them on and head downstairs.

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Zayn’s pov/Yasers pov

"Zayn you can't go on with this, you know?" Harry tells me, like I've no idea what I'm doing.

"I know, I really do want to tell her the truth but I'm just waiting for the right moment"

I know, stupid argument which doesn’t make any sense. I know I'm lying to Alex, and that's it’s a bad thing because I actually kinda like her. I should really tell her now, because if I tell her later we might be really good friends, I'll hurt her too much... It's easier said than done.