Your Creation • Zarry

30. Still the one

June 2013

We had nearly two weeks off before we were set to jet off to start the North American leg of tour, but we still had loads to do, such as working on the album and sifting through all the tour footage so we could decide what we wanted to put in the documentary film that was due out in August. I had no idea what to expect or what was even caught on camera but what I did know was that all the best parts weren't filmed because then that would end up being a porno.

But first I had decided that Zayn and I desperately needed at least one night together without the anxiety and stress of having everyone around. It was already June, which meant it had been five months since the first and only time Zayn spent the night before tour even started, but this time we took advantage of my actual home in London.

Zayn and I had been hanging out on my back patio in the early night. The air was still chilly but we were lounging on the L shaped patio sofa staying warm by the fire-pit. Zayn had just finished rolling a joint while I had made us some Peach Julep cocktails, and quite strong. Bringing the joint to his lips, Zayn lit the end with his yellow lighter, breathing out a thick cloud of smoke into the air.

"I've been lectured so much this week I feel like I'm in Uni," he said, taking another hit before passing it to me.

I normally didn't smoke weed but Zayn could hardly live without it, so I partook on occasion, and it seemed like a proper good moment to indulge.

"Lectured about what?" I asked, taking a hit.

"Smoking...not being on time...not being organized. The list goes on."

"Alright but you are horribly unorganized to be fair. Maybe you should start by not forgetting your passport."

Zayn was probably the most scatter-brained person I knew. He was always the last to pack for tour, always forgot things, and the amount of times he had shown up to the airport without his passport was unbelievable.

"I'm just a forgetful person."

I passed him the joint again. "You mean a massive stoner?"

Zayn raised his brows at me, laughing. "Says the one who's smoking a j at this very moment."

"You're a bad influence!"

"Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?" he challenged, his tone low and slightly aggressive.

Zayn turned and looked at me, his eyes piercing through the dim patio lighting. God, he looked way too hot...but also slightly evil, with his dark hair in a messy state and all black attire. I was into it. I licked my lips, pressing them together as the energy between us intensified...

Then Zayn's ringtone went off and ruined the moment.

He pulled out his phone and looked down at the caller. I could see that it was Perrie. How lovely. Zayn got up off the sofa without saying a word to me, took the joint with him, and walked across the patio before he picked up.

I leaned forward and grabbed my drink off the table, deciding to chug the rest of it. I could barely make out what he was saying because Zayn wasn't talking very loud, but it didn't seem like they were arguing. I wasn't sure know if that was a good or a bad sign. It had been at least five minutes and I was impatient so I went inside, made another drink, and had a wee. When I walked back outside Zayn was off the phone and had resumed his original lounging spot on the sofa.

I sat down beside him and he put his hand on my thigh, rubbing it gently.

"So I talked to Jen earlier. She basically told me that I can't break things off with Perrie."