Zayn - you wish you knew
•••
"Nope, not happening." I even shake my head to emphasize it.
Tony groans, "Just this once. I promise that I won't do dumb shït like the last time."
She's been trying to convince me since forever to get to Zayn's studio, where he's apparently recording something top secret.
His first album is on the charts so I didn't get it. He had been busy, texting occasionally to check up on me, saying he's missing his best friend. Ew.
I'm glad he's away for a while, he's been working. Sometimes I see news about him, how he's living way too crazy. Maybe to me it seemed impossible to be as carefree as he was. Maybe I envied him.
And it's not only because of him that I'm not going, it's also the reason that is with her seeing that toxic as,shole Matt. She's told me what went on, how he played her and made her believe she's more than a hook up, wrapping her around his finger as she said. Now Tony apparently wants to show him that she's over him. I didn't think the way of her doing this would prove anything, just back up his idea that she's still infatuated, although she's seeming serious. Maybe it's really because of Zayn that I'm not ready to see him.
Tony keeps pestering me, "I can't show up alone, that'd be a dead give away that I'm trying too hard," She bemoans, "But if you're with me, it will seem like I tagged along, instead of you." she lists, „You'd be like the best friend ever, Winie-Winkins, most beautiful and kind and-„
"So I will have to actually come up with something to see Zayn." I rolled my eyes, looking back down on my book, lounging on our blue couch, munching on my chips.
"It's not that difficult, you two do that without my help either way."
I gasped at her, she raises her eyebrows so to say that she's just being honest.
She got me there though. From an outer point of view it really would seem like it.
"Unless you have something against him, or he did something the last time he was here." She jabs, I know very well she's doing this to get some details about why he has spent the night here. The only thing she knows by herself is that we didn't hook up since I'm apparently a prude.
"What?" I'm feeling caught, it triggered me to think about it when I've tried to forget about it.
*the few days prior*
"Stay." He had barely mumbled, convincing me to lay next to him, his smile was lazy, urging me with one of his hands by waving it so I'm closer, I had smiled back, "I'm very nasty, irreversibly in love..."
Yeah, right.
"With who?" I joke back, waiting for a gibberish explanation.
"The girl with the blue eyes..." he lowly answers, "Jane..Jane." His eyes fluttering close. I jump back slightly.
The reaction takes a lot later, all I knew that I'd been feeling as if I was electrified, my face first in shock, then in fear, my eyes frowning, then wide, then frowning quickly again as my heart was hammering.
*end of flashback*
"Winnie? Hey, Wins" Tony shakes me, I gulp as I stare at her concerned expression.
"No, yeah, fine. We'll go." I quickly stammer and she cheers, shooting up in a standing position where she's already planing our outfits, opting on boyfriend jeans as ever with pale blue and pink hoodies, heeled boots.
