the girls of the boys

lucid truth - blackmill

I've been an asshole. You're my best friend and the mother of my beautiful precious child, I;m sorry we fought. I love you. Use this money to buy yourself something nice to wear to breakfast with me, I'll see you at 11. The range rover will be there at 7:30 to take you shopping.

-Z xx

Becca's heart swelled as her fingers brushed the pink satin bow that bound the stacks of hundred dollar bills that Zayn left. She smiled to herself and clutched the money to her chest as she disappeared into her closet to find something to wear out shopping.

 

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"Kirsten? Oh my god! Sarah!" Becca said leaning back in surprise at the familiar faces appearing from amongst the racks of designer clothing.

 

"Why are you here?" Kirsten asked with excitement evident in her voice as we hugged Becca who was in her little winter coat and leggings. Becca bit her lower lip and bounced on her toes as she showed us the note from Zayn.

 

"Awww, oh my gosh Becca that is too cute! So you're shopping for that right now?" I asked as I handed the paper back that was pretty creased from Becca clutching it all morning.

 

"Yep!" She bubbled as she nonchalantly swiped her hand across the sleeves of the Marc Jacob's shirts to her right. I smiled for Becca, she deserved this, her life had been hell, after what she saw at the end of the party and what Ashton said (sneak peek ;), she definitely needed a pick me up. Kirsten and I were just out shopping because Louis and Harry had gone to a radio show in New Zealand and we had time to kill.

 

"Want to shop alone or?" Kirsten asked, leaving it open ended for Becca, she grabbed our hands and pulled up deeper into the rows of clothing with a wicked grin as her answer.

 

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Becca had a gotten a poncho like coat for $1,120 that had dark green camouflage on it and she wore her black combat boots on her black Victoria Beckham leggings. We all parted ways when the range rover waited to take Becca to brunch and we decided to head home so we could skype our boys before it got too late for them.

 

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"Kirsten!" A very cute Harry with dimples the size of craters on his beaming face as his pixelated face filled her laptop and instantly brought tears to her eyes. She couldn't explain it but he was so happy to see her and they hadn't even been apart a full 12 hours yet. He waved to her and she brought her fingers to her mouth covering it as Harry cocked his head to the side offering an innocent childlike grin.

 

"Hi Harry," She whispered as she watched him through the screen.

 

"How are you? Nobody did anything bad right? God, I hate not being there with you, this place is shit anyway" he said lowering his voice and glancing around to make sure nobody heard.

 

"Nope" she said popping her 'p'

 

"Wait what? Nothing went wrong of nope something went wrong, what happened?" He asked as he leaned forward and brushed some curls from his face and his worry lines took up the laptop screen.

 

"No, nothing bad has happened!" She said waving her hands frantically as he sat back in his couch slightly, hearing this.

 

"Oh thank God, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if it had, call me before you go to bed, okay?"

 

"Harry that would be like 3 a.m. for you . . ." She said confusion washing over her features.

 

"I don't care, call me, okay? Pinky promise?" He asked as he offered her his pixelated pinky. "Promise?" He repeated wiggling his little finger.

 

"Yes, I promise" Kirsten replied with a sigh of defeat.

 

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"Wow, you look amazing" Zayn said to her as he bit his pointer with his teeth and spun her around with his other hand.

 

"Why thank you, Mr. Malik" She grinned as he pulled her to him after her little ballerina stunt.

 

"My lady," He said motioning his hand for her to sit in the 60's red plastic chair.

 

"Why thank you again" She smiled, she loved playing house with Zayn, even if it was just for a brunch. Zayn slid in the booth side across from her and folded his hands on the table as a waitress walked up and placed the menu's on the table.

 

"Oh my god, are you?" Her voice began to escalate. Becca instinctively ducked her head to try and mask her frustration. Zayn waved his hands to motion her volume to come down. "Can I have a picture?" She asked as she pulled her phone from her apron pocket and handed it to Becca. Becca bit down on her lip and hard as she took the camera phone from her. Zayn's face contorted and he looked at the fangirling waitress.

 

"I'm actually on a date with my girlfriend, I'm going to decline taking a photo if that's alright." Zayn said shrugging and taking the camera from Becca and handing it back to the waitress.

 

"Oh wow, um okay." The girl said looking confused and slightly angry.

 

"Zayn you didn't have to do that, I could've just taken a photo" Becca said once the waitress was out of earshot and their drink orders were placed.

 

"No, I'm on a date with the only girl who I would take a picture with and smile like this for" He said demonstrating his overly exaggerated smile. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth but curled the corners of his mouth upwards making little crinkles in the corner of his eyes that made Becca laugh.

 

"You know management is going to hear about this right? She seems like a squealer" Becca shook her head while regaining composure.

"So what, at the end of the day I will have had a great date with my girl, so who cares what management does, they can fuck themselves for all I care." Zayn said with a wicked wink as he buried his face in the plastic menu.