One last time/Zauren

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Z:
"I can't- I can't drink that much I don't want to do something stupid that would piss off Camila," Harry said above the music. I took my eyes off the woman dancing on the pole a few feet away from us all. "What are you going to do that's stupid?" Louis questioned. "We're not in that private room that everyone talks about. It's just us, some drinks and dancers that are entertaining us. I love Camila but if she's mad that you're having fun with the guys then what the hell?"

Harry didn't say anything he just swirled his whiskey around in his glass. "And you Zayn!" Louis turned to me, he was much more drunk than both Harry and I combined. "Live a little. Be that Zayn you've always been. You've sacraficed so much for Lauren and look where that's got you." He handed me a stack of dollar bills and told me to split it with Harry. "Like I said, live a little."

We went to almost every club that was on the same block as the White Room before we took an uber back to Sophia's flat. Niall was fast asleep in the spare bedroom and Louis took the other bed. Harry and I were drunk out of our minds and thought it'd be a good idea to go out onto with a bag of chips on the balcony for some fresh air.

L:
I was spending the night at Ally's house with the rest of the girls while Troy was away visiting family. We opted out of the gay bar and decided to stay in. "So when are you and Troy planning on having babies?" Normani asked with a smirk. Dinah high-fived her. "I was just about to ask that!"

"I don't know," Ally laughed taking a sip from her wine. "Everyone asks that since Troy and I are married and living in a house but I don't know.. I mean in do time we absolutely want kids but I'm twenty-three I want to live a little before I settle down all the way. But if it happens then it happens and we are more than prepared for that, we talk about it all the time."

I started to get sad and I'm sure it had something to do with talking about the future and drinking all that wine but I needed to get away. "Where are you going?" Dinah pulled on my arm. I took my glass of wine and a handful of cheese. "I'm just gonna go outside and get some air."

I was out there for a few minutes nibbling on cheese and sipping while while I stared up at the moon. Depp crawled up beside me and we layed there in silence.

"Mind if I join you?" Camila asked walking out with her glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other. "Go for it." Camila plopped down in the seat beside mine.

"Are you worried about Zayn at all, like what he's up to tonight?" she questioned. I spun my wine around and then shrugged. "I should be and I know I should be despite the amount of trust that Zayn and I have built with one another. It's like he's a different person, he has been that persistent guy I met in London two and a half years ago and that was until the point of us arguing almost every single day. I called off the engagement. I decided to take space away from him and the apartment, but I obviously love that boy and I don't want to see him doing anything stupid because the White Room isn't some place where anyone would want their man to be...." I looked down at my glass. "You just asked for a yes or no answer, this wines got me got me deep in my feelings."

"So am I right for being upset with Harry? I mean, I trust him of course but I've never heard good things about the White Room. It's a strip club for crying out loud."

"No. Right," I nodded biting into my cheese. "I think they're your feelings and I don't want to say yes or no because I'd be a hypocrite because I'd be pissed off as well, you know? and I was pissed off when Zayn went and here he is going again.."

Camila's phone started ringing and her eyes widened. "It's Harry."

"Hello?" she put the phone on speaker and pulled the seat she was on closer to me. "Are you kidding me, Camila?!" Harry's words were slurred.

"What are you talking about? How drunk are you right now?" she asked.

"How drunk am I? Does it matter? I'm blasted! I saw on your facebook that you were going out to a gay bar. Are you flirting around?"

"Yes, Harry, you caught me I just love flirting with men who are only interested in men. and I wrote that status before we changed our minds on going. How was the White Room hmm?"

"You weren't here and I had fun."
"We're on the rooftop, top of the world!" I recognized that interuppting voice as Zayn's.

"You guys are on a rooftop? Get off, now," Camila demanded.

"We aren't going anywhere. It feels nice out here." Camila rolled her eyes and hung up the phone.

"I knew I should have told him no to guys night out. Eapecially when I knew Louis was going. He's the mischievous one," Camila started angrily tapping her foot on the grass but all I could think of was Zayn sounding highly intoxicated and saying he's on a rooftop.

"I'm getting a refill, want some?" she waved her empty glass and I shook my head.

Once Camila was inside I pulled out my phone and called up Zayn. "Lauren, Lauren, Lauren," he answered.

"I know you're drunk off your ass and I know that you're up on a rooftop right now."

"Are you a psychic?" he laughed.

"This isn't funny Zayn. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Listen to you, still caring about me. Those are just lyrics. I am however on a balcony.. pretty high too." I ran my hand down my face.

"Can you go back inside wherever you are and drink some water and go to bed? Please?"

"You don't even fucking care about me! Why should I listen to you?!"

"Okay, first off, don't you ever say I don't care about you because that's not the case at all-"

"You left me!"

"Because things weren't working out."

"You left me."

"Zayn."

"You fucking.. you left me. I sacrificed so fucking much to be with you and you fucking leave me?" Zayn started listing off all the things he's "sacrificed" and it started to get my blood boiling.

"Are you fucking joking?! Stop making me out to be the bad guy here! I didn't make you do shit! You did all of that. Not once did I tell you to move out to Florida. That was all you!"

"You left me! and I did so much for you!" I hung up my phone and stormed back inside.

"Are you okay?" Dinah asked.

"I'm fine," I reassured them and myself. "Normani, do you think your cousin that works for that moving company can help me out tomorrow?"

"I can see if he's available, yeah," she nodded.

"Wait, are you moving out from the apartment completely?" Ally asked worried.

"I guess so. I just don't see what else I can do."

"I think you should try to talk to him," Dinah said.

"I just tried. He just kept on telling me how much he's sacrificed for me and how I left him."

"He's drunk," Camila said.

"Okay and that excuses it? People say how they really feel when they're drunk and if that's how he feels why should I stick around."