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A bag of chips was thrown at me, throwing me off my mind while I caught it mid air, Tony cheers because of my reflexes and is listening to music while I'm preparing for work, as I begin to snack on the chips.
I've finally got a job.
It's been a week since I last saw Zayn. He hasn't tried to contact me and some part of me wished he would've...
The media has calmed down, I was lucky enough to have a friend which was so compassionate. It's the same old, but with the mere difference that Tony was on vacations, meaning she's with me for the most of the time, which was great, as I wouldn't be feeling as alone and thinking about doing stupid stuff.
Before I leave though, I had to ask her.
"What was it like to be a friend with a celebrity?" I look at her kindly, to show her I was only intrigued.
She had no idea I had a meet up again with Zayn the day the news exploded, albeit cops were involved, but I couldn't tell her. She would be disappointed in me. And since I wasn't planning on meeting him again, I decided to keep it to myself, making sure no one would find out. She was already having a hard time letting go of me not telling her about our first encounter and the juicy details as she likes to call them.
She looks befuddled for a second, "It had its perks." She lightly expresses, continuing her task of catching grapes with her mouth mid air, "lots of good parties, plenty of food, alcohol, sex, „ she said the words lowly with her eyebrows up, „A lot of it with really handsome guys, some were even celebrities but I can't tell you with whom." she apologetically stated, I smirked. I wish I could be as care free as she was with booking up, I always had to have a connection first. „Not with Zayn though," she made a displeased face, cringing a little, she said he wasn't her type. Can't relate. „Why are you asking?" she questions then her eyes grow bigger, „Did you see him recently?"
„What? No." I mutter, embarrassed to say the least.
„Do you want to meet him again?" she continued, changing her question. I feel trapped although the answer should be simple to say. I don't want to have this need to see him, yet it's still there. She unknowingly saves me from an awkward answer when she rambles on, „ If you do, you could have a lot of fun, it's a lot chillier than it seems. There's a lot of security, and there's restrictions for pictures being taken and such things, I'm pretty sure he's put a higher maintainance this time around."
I nod absently, not even humoring such thought in my head.
„As long as you use it just to party it's cool." she assures me again, sort of like a reminder that I shouldn't even dream of hooking up with him in real terms, which potentially already happened.
Also who says he wants to see me again? Admittedly, I had been a bit too harsh with him. He was a decent guy to hang around with, I guess.
I couldn't decide. The last encounter was muddling my head.
