The Ride Of My Life - Book 3

Chapter 27

7 months later -

'Niall.'

I rub my eyes, agitated at the sudden writers block I was receiving as I reached over to my phone.

'Zayn.'

And then, he answers almost immediately.

'Just got home now. We don't have any lube.'

I snorted at the blunt reply - Zayn and I hardly ever texted really. We enjoyed phone calls yet I'm sure he knew I was at work.

'Go out and get some?'

'Cops are looking for me right this second.'

'Of course they are. I'll grab a bottle when I get off.'

'Thanks Blondie ;)'

I roll my eyes, placing my phone in my blazer, staring at the computer screen. And then I continued my dawdling session until I was finally let off.

I set off to the supermarket. After all, I needed to pay Zayn's request and grab something for dinner which I knew would be lazy tonight - especially since Max has been living with Scarlett and Liam for the past couple of days, making sure everything is going to be perfect for the new baby.

I grabbed some groceries before I went to the medical aisle where I knew I was bound to find a bottle of something there.

Hm... Flavoured lube. People actually used that? I just chuckle, so amused with myself as I picked up some cherry flavoured lubricant off of the shelf, flicking open the cap to take a whiff of it.

"Oh god, no thanks." I whisper to myself, shaking my head as I place the bottle back onto the shelf. It smelt like a cheap porno and I certainly wasn't into that.

So, I bit my lip, searching around for Zayn and my normal brand of it - none in sight. I just huff, moving around some boxes in hope I find it. Once I did, I smiled to myself, pulling it from the shelf, examining it to see if it were the usual size.

I just huff to myself, continuing to search, looking down the aisle until my eyes land on a familiar face, causing me to gasp.

She snaps her blue eyes over to me, causing me to jump slightly, knocking a couple of bottles onto the ground yet I reached out - catching none other than the cherry flavoured lubricant.

Good one, Niall.

"Niall," she gets out, an eyebrow raised as she comes closer to me - some sort of vitamin enrichment packet in her hand.

"Mother," I huff, staring back, looking down at my hands to see the lube. I just blush to myself, shoving the blue bottle into my basket before ridding of the rest back into the shelves.

"I see you're doing your shopping." She nods to me, pointing down at the bottle of lube.

"Yes well... We were all out." I cough, scolding myself internally for such a blunt answer.

"Right." She says slowly, holding onto her items carefully. "And you still live with that Malik boy?"

"Of course I do." I huff out, shaking my head.

"And how are the two of you?" She questions out and I hold back my head - confused.

"You're asking me how me and Zayn are?" I ask wondering where her seemingly consistent hatred for Zayn went.

"I'm making conversation." She nods, head tilted to the side. Oh, it's back.

"Well, we're obviously good." I murmur out, ushering to the bottle of lube - then realising what I said, I winced. "I-I mean yeah... We're great in the non-sexual-"