That's How We Fell! (ft.Zayn Malik)

Chapter 22

A/N:
Hey babes. How are you all, darlings?
This chapter is finally written and done with. Happy reading!
Xx

~Zayn~

Ray and I sat on the couch watching some random gossip show. I turned to look at her. She seemed so engrossed with the programme. I smiled and looked down. It was weird how we fought very rarely since that night. Not like we saw each other every minute, but the time we did, we smiled and spoke cordially. I didn't know which Ray I like better. The one who fought and picked at me, every single chance she got it the Ray who is smiley and nice.

"Rachael?!"

That never changed, though.

"Mhmmmm?!" She hummed, still watching the television.

"It's a date Friday," I informed her and thankfully, that seemed to have caught her attention.

"Reminder?!" She asked. I nodded.

"They didn't exactly tell me what the date is," I said. She bit her lip and was about to say something when the door bell rang.

She got up. "I'll get it," she smiled and walked over.
In a few seconds she called me over. "Zayn?!"
I walked towards her and peeked over her shoulder. She turned towards me.
I raised my eyebrows and she shrugged. "It's addressed to the two of us and they are ask for your sign," she mumbled. I nodded and quickly signed it. Both of us walked back to the living room and ripped the cover open. I watched intently as she pulled two concert tickets out.

"F**k, no." "F**k, yes," we chorused.
She looked at me with wide eyes. I grinned widely and we saw that we had received back stage passes.

"It's a Chris freaking Brown concert ticket. F**k, Rachael!" I cheered.

"For once I can't believe the management has done this," She breathed.

She looked at me.

I looked at her.

"Ahhhhh," we both yelled and without another thought we wrapped our arms around each other. I buried my face into her collarbone and she kept her nose in the crook of my neck.
I let go as Rachael, slowly pulled away. The atmosphere was awkward as we both stared a each other. Ray nervously tucked a piece of hair, behind her ear.

"So...?!" I prompted her to get out of the is deafening silence.

She beamed. "I can't wait to go. Gosh, it's this evening! We get to meet him. I- shit!!" She gushed.

Let me tell you, watching Rachael fan girl is something else.

"I can't wait to meet him, either. I think the last I saw him was when I was 17 I was in the last row," I said. She nodded and looked her mouth would hurt from smiling.

"Let's go get ready, yeah?!" I said.

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I came out from my room, dressed in an off black shirt and skinnies. I looked chic, if I could say so myself, my hair in a purposeful mess and a casual locket around my neck. I say on the couch waiting for Ray to come out.

Why is she so late?!

I took a second look when Rachael walked out of her room, in a lacy white blouse and some pale worn out shorts. Her hair was is medium beach curls and had her white wedges on. She looked sexy, with simple makeup on.

"Sorry, I'm late!" She apologized.

I rolled my eyes in most non offensive way. "Lets go. We've got Chris Brown to watch," I said and we skipped out the flat. We ended up taking Ray's BMW. I sat shot gun as Rachael took the driver's. In no time Ray pulled over in front 02 where the gig was taking place. According to what we had found out, it was a charity gig with a few fans and even celebs. Rachael and I were admitted without much fuss. Rachael stopped for a few pictures and autographs inside the arena.