drift • harry styles

Chapter 20

Sorry for the late update I was busy in school and everything plus we have exams tomorrow.

I hope you enjoy this chapter too!

That photo of Zayn biting his lower lip makes me waNT TO STAB MYSELF I MEAN IS HE EVEN REAL?!

Song for this chapter:

-Animals by Maroon 5

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"Of course!" My dad shook his head then laughed lightly.

"Why are you here?" I asked Zayn sternly.

My father looked disappointingly at me then gave me a look that said 'be nice'.

Zayn smirked and I mentally counted from One to ten to control my anger.

"I decided to invite you and you're father personally to go to the masquerade ball next Friday held by the corporation for the celebration of the new hotel that opened last night."

"Oh I've heard about it." Dad placed his hand on Zayn's shoulder and I mentally screamed at him to not touch that fucking monster. "Of course we would like to go."

"But sir, I don't know about Alice, though. Maybe she has plans with her friends next week." He turned to look from my father to my direction.

"Actually I ha-"

"Nonsense!" Dad waved his hand dismissively, "Of course she'll be there with me. I promise you, Zayn." He grinned at Zayn then at me.

Zayn smiled victoriously, "It's settled then."

"What do you say, Al?" Dad smiled hopefully at me.

I opened my mouth to speak but I closed it again. I wanted to yell 'no' because I already know that Zayn was up to something and he was up to no good, I swear. But I also didn't want to disappoint my father.

I ran my hand over my hair as I inhale and exhale deeply.

What should I say? WHAT SHOULD I FUCKING SAY?!

I bit my lower lip nervously. When I looked up at Zayn, his lips curved to that fucking famous smirk of his that I had always wanted to smack off of his face every time he did that. I shivered then finally looked away to look at Dad.

"Yeah" I breathed then closed my eyes hoping that I wouldn't regret my answer later on but of course I would regret it the rest of my life. I could sense Zayn's triumph radiating off of him and I wanted to strangle him, claw at him, and damage that fucking face of his this very moment but the only thing that was stopping me was the hand of my father that is placed on my shoulder.

"What did I tell ya, Zayn? Of course she'll come!" Dad said excitedly.

I sighed quietly then rolled my eyes at Zayn.

"Great!" He smiled to my father. Who knew that he actually knows how to smile other than to smirk at people?

Then he surprisingly turned to wink at me.

My dad smiled teasingly at me and gave me a look.

Oh my god no! Hell to the fucking no!

I know that smile and that look! It means that he likes Zayn for me.

I think I'm going to throw up!

I glared at him and shook my head as I hear him laugh silently.

I heard Zayn cleared his throat, "I'd better go now, Mr. Cambridge, thank you for your hospitality." They both shook hands then began talking about some sport that I'm never fond of and then laughters could be heard around the room.