Breathe {Zayn Malik}

Chapter 4: Awkward coughs and Conversations

Ialmostforgottotelly'allsomthin'..... Therewillbefewifanyfowlwordsinthisbook. Surprise? I'mjustnotcomfortablewithusingthem.. Isoundsomuchlikeababy, goodness. AndasIknowyouallarethinking, I'mnotthat innocent. Ijustdon'tthinkit'sclassytouse nasty language. Hah, I'mclassy :)

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I ran my hand through the shirts hanging in my open closet, feeling each of the various fabrics.

"Hmm," I hummed to myself, wondering what I could possibly wear to lunch with Niall and the other boys.

I pulled out a silky black and white Chevron sleeve that caught my attention, causing it to slip off of its hanger. I held it by the shoulders, and examined it. It was almost see-through, and had an off the shoulder neck. I threw it on my bed, claiming that spot as the 'Maybe' spot for clothes that I might choose.

I pulled out a white jumper with the Converse All Star logo on it, and threw it in the 'maybe' pile as well.

A black sleeve caught my eye, so I pulled it out. It was a thin black and yellow "Nirvana' jumper. I threw it with the others.

Next, I pulled out a gray jumper with 'New York' in dark bold letters printed on it. Yes, I had a lot of jumpers. But what else was I supposed to wear in the cold climate of London? I threw it in the same pile as the others. At that moment I discovered that I would never find anything alone, so I yelled for Ariana.

"Yah Boo?" She called, entering the door way to my room, and leaning her hip on the door frame then crossing her small arms. Her long ombrè hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, the ponytail curled at the end. She wore a Thin turquoise jumper with a white tank top underneath, faded jeggings, a gold owl necklace, and brown ankle boots. Obviously she was dressed to go somewhere, but my problem would only take a minute.

"I need help with fashion," She perked up. " I need you to help me pick out a out fit for lunch with some... Friends," I just couldn't tell anyone, yet. Although, She already knew something's up because of Niall's random appearance.

"With who? Oh, That reminds Me! Why did the Niall freaking Horan show up at our door?" She asked, limiting her curse word use to meet my preferences.

"Um, Well, We were childhood friends, if fourteen year olds are still considered children, " She motioned for me to continue. "And he just came back to reconnect with me. I mean, we haven't seen each other in around three years, maybe even four." She raised her eyebrows, seeming to be processing the information.

"Wait, Are you going to Lunch with Niall?" She asked, almost connecting the dots.

"And Louis, Harry, Liam, and Zack" I admitted.

"Zayn!" She corrected."You're going to lunch with them and don't even know their bloody names," She rolled her eyes.

"Hey! I got Four out of Five!" I pleaded, and threw my hands in the air as if to surrender.

"Whatever." She said with a shrug, and walked over to my closet then began searching through it.

"I'm gonna Go shower, and you just, well, find me an appropriate outfit, " I said, and she waved me off.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom, snapping my fingers as I walked. It was a weird habit. When I reached the bathroom and shut the door, I turned on the shower to let it be warming.

I slowly peeled off my clothes, noticing the small room begin to steam up. I stepped in front of the full length mirror hanging on the door, and sighed inwardly as my finger ran over the memory filled scar on my chest. It started on my left shoulder, and ran all the way to the underside of my left breast.