Two producers comes to Brown University to start a reality tv date show after the school won the raffle for the #SaveTheChildren Project in the start of the school year.
Zayn Malik has a crush on Harry Styles.
Harry has a crush on his best friend, N...
Okay, change of plans. I'm putting the other book on hold. Idk why I'm having writers block with the last three chapters but I can't write for it and I don't want to write bullshit just to finish the book. So I'll be continuing on this story until my weird mind comes up with things to write for the other. 🌚
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Chapter 19: He Succeed? (Part 1)
"Zayn! Zayn! Zayn! Get up!" I heard someone say. I groaned and rubbed my temples.
"Fuck, I have a mean ass headache, relax." I told whoever was speaking to me.
I opened my eyelids and glared at Lorenzo. "I'm having a pool gathering with my friends and I want you to come, get up."
I huffed. "No." I covered my head with my blanket and sighed.
I don't even remember a thing from last night other then things before I got drunk. Like being with Lorenzo, meeting his three girl friends, and I remember dancing for a bit.
I groaned. Why the fuck did I drink anyway? I know how reckless and bad I am when alcohol gets in my system. Hopefully, I didn't do anything that would make me want to yeet myself off a cliff.
Lorenzo pulled my cover off. "I got you some pills for your headache. And you a cup of water. Go get ready so we can quickly talk about last night."
My head shot up and I looked at him. "Last night? What did I do? Oh my gosh, I hate myself! It was probably embarrassing." I said, covering my face.
He chuckled. "Not really. I mean Harry is your boyfriend so half the shit you were saying about him makes sense. The other half was kinda weird but hilarious."
I got off from under my covers and sat at the edge of my bed. "Tell me everything I said, leave nothing out."
He nodded and handed me two pills in a napkin and a glass of water. I thanked him before swallow the pills and chugging the water. I placed the cup and napkin back on my bedside table.
Lorenzo grabbed his towel and threw it on his bed. "Well first, you threw your phone at Leigh-Anne and I. So thanks to you, I didn't get any at all. Then you told us to get out because we're cock blockers."
I knitted my brows. "Cock blockers? Why would I call you guys that?"
He shrugged. "I just remember you saying you hate Harry because he left you. So I guess he was the one I heard leave the room late night. You then chucked your phone at us calling us cock blockers. I handed you your phone back and you kept saying how you wish your phone was Harry's dick and you wanted it in you so bad." He put his hands up when he saw my face.
"Hey, I'm not judging, he's your man after all. Then you tried to suck your phone. Okay, that bit was kinda embarrassing and weird. Oh my God! How could I forget!" His eyes widen and a small tint of pink rested on his cheeks.
