The Wedding Date ➸ Ziam

Pervy Blonde & Payne In My Ass

Merry Christmas ya filthy animals. Enjoy this oh so sexy pic of Liam as ur present.

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I don't wanna go on this stupid date tonight. Why spend my time with a complete stranger when I can be at home watching Orange Is the New Black? Besides, what if this guy is a killer, or a sick pervert, or just a plain loser?

I was knocked out of my thoughts when a pile of condoms landed infront of me. I looked up seeing a customer pulling out his wallet. A sigh escaped my lips as I started to scan the condoms.

"Big night, huh?" I start a conversation.

The guy looked up at me and smirks, "Oh, yeah. Gotta hot date tonight, plan on having a little more than just dinner" He wiggles his eyebrows.

I raise a brow at him then skake my head. What a horny asshole. " That'll be £25.69."

The guy ran a hand through his blonde hair (which I could tell was fake because I see dark brown roots) and he passed me the money. I calculate everything then hand him his change along with his bag of goodies. "Thank you for shopping at Walmart, have a nice day" I flash another signature fake smile to another fake customer (literally, because his hair is fake).

He smirks," Oh, I will" His sea blue eyes twinkle with mischief.

I roll my eyes at his comment. God, he's such a horny toad. I'm praying my date tonight isn't like him and I'm hoping the guy he's taking out tonight doesn't put out for him. Lord only knows where that dick has been.

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"I think you should wear the black skinnies with your combat boots" Louis yells from my bed.

I was currently in the bathroom styling my hair. "No, I wanna wear the gray ones with the rips and the boots."

Louis groans, "Ugh, whatever. I'm your wingman, Zee you're suppose to listen to me."

I poke my head around the corner with raised brows, "You're not my wingman. I can take care of myself. I don't need your help in the dating game, trust me."

Louis rolls his eyes, "Puh-lease! I've been on more dates than you lately."

I come fully around the corner and lean against the doorframe. "Speaking of which, when am I gonna meet this guy? You've been on what, fifteen dates and I still haven't met him."

Louis scratches the back of his neck, "You will...soon. He's just...he's kinda shy and he wants to be fully comfortable before he meets my friends and family."

I blink at him, "Okay, I'm gonna act like that made sense and I'm gonna drop the subject because it obviously makes you uncomfortable for some damn reason. And I'm gonna get dressed and you, my friend are gonna get your ass out my house."

Louis throws a hand on his chest and gasps, "How rude. Why can't I stay? You let me mope around your house when you went out before."

I cross over to my closet and pick out my outfit. "Lou, the last time I let you stay here by yourself, my couch was in the tub and I found six kittens in the oven. Thank God, it wasn't on" I mumble the last sentence.

Louis scoffs, "It wasn't me who did those things, it was the alcohol."

I roll my eyes and grab my outfit before heading back to the bathroom. "Oh, come on you can change here. There's no reason to act all shy now" Louis smirks.

I blush a pink tint and scurry into the bathroom. Louis and I have fooled around in the past but when he started dating Mr. Mysterious, we dropped it. But our friendship is so strong that we managed to still be friends without having things get weird. Until he brings it up...like he just did. Asshole.