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7. "I am Scar."

Zayn

 

Louis and Harry came over, went on and on about how I needed a social life that didn’t involve drinking, or fucking, or all of the above.

They said I needed a “normal” outing for once.

What the hell could ever be normal about sassy and sassier over here?

I couldn’t handle their nagging for long, so I complied.

“ Dress up,” Louis had urged, causing to me to flip him off, which of course, made him laugh.

Everything made him laugh, that Louis.

I took a shower, before putting on my black jeans, and black button up.

I even combed my hair.

Oh the things I did for Louis.

Harry’s driving was endless, especially with Louis’ constant distractions.

“Oh my God, remember this song?”

Or “You have to bring us here someday”.

Or even  “Look how tall that tree is, we need to plant one in our yard.”

And they didn’t even have a fucking yard.

How I ended up with these two, would always go beyond my understanding.

The car came to a sudden halt, as Louis and Harry exited the car, leaving it to another man to park it.

I closely followed.

This restaurant was probably too fancy for my taste, but these two had always been into this shit.

It was one of those restaurants where a man would welcome you inside, another would walk you to your table, another would sit you down, and clean your ass for you, before another would take your order, for someone completely different to actually deliver your order.

Like I said, this wasn’t my type of shit.

I allowed my eyes to scan the surroundings, before they settled on a familiar mass of blonde hair.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

This couldn’t be her.

But, who else would have had the balls to wear such a sinful dress?

Her fucking cleavage was showing for God’s sake, of course it was her.

Fuck.

Why was it that every time I laid eyes on her, that word seemed to overshadow my large collection of vocabulary?

I ran a hand through my hair, pulling at the roots, because the Gods above were probably bored and decided “hey, lets fuck with Zayn”, because of course, what could ever be so entertaining?

“ Hey, you good?” Harry questioned, his voice reminding me that other people were around, it wasn’t just the two of us.

Yes, I could most certainly focus on Harry and Louis and not watch her like a creep.

Yes, I definitely could do that.

Oh to hell with it all.

“ Who chose this place again?” I fixed my eyes on Harry, who pointed his finger towards Louis.

“ Remind me to fucking kill you once we’re out of here.” Louis’ eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as I continued to scan the place for the nearest exit.