*** Harry's POV ***
Tonight is Zayn's birthday and Simon wants us to do another promotional concert since he pushed back the tour. I know that they have been to one of our concerts, seeing that's how I first saw them, but I doubt they have seen one from backstage. Zayn and I had tried to keep it a secret from the two as much as possible.
My phone suddenly rings making me jump. I look down and see it's Jezebel. I smile and answer the phone.
"What's up buttercup?" I greet.
"Wow, that was really corny, Harold." She says but I can hear her smile. "Anyway I called because I don't know what to wear for our date tonight." She whined at the end.
"Okay, I'll tell you that's it's a double date with Zayn and Nadya." I tell her.
"That's awesome but what should I wear?" I hear her annunciate each word carefully, as though speaking to a child.
"If you don't tells I will end up looking like a hobo." She threatened.
"Okay, okay." I said laughing at the thought of someone so beautiful looking like a hobo. "Wear jeans and a short sleeve nicer tshirt."
"Okie dokie, artichokie. I'll see you at 7 tonight." She said.
"And I'm the corny one. Actually can we pick you and Nadya up at 5 instead?" I ask, crossing my fingers she won't be mad that 5 is only an hour away.
"Sure but I need to hang up now if you don't want to meet Hobo Jezzie." She says laughing.
"Okay." I say laughing, "See you later my little hobo."
"Goodbye, Harold."
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*** Jezebel's POV ***
"Nadya!" I yell through the flat. "Zayn and Harry are taking us on a double date and they are picking us up in an hour!" I continue shouting.
I see Nadya come sprinting around the corner wearing her sweatpants and sweatshirt that she wore to the doctors earlier.
"What are we supposed to wear?" She screeches, looking panicked.
"Relax, chica. Harry said that we should wear jeans and a nicer shirt." I said trying to calm her down.
"But Jezzie, I have too many jeans and shirts to choose between!" She whined. "And you know how bad I am at making decisions." She added.
"Alright," I said, rolling my eyes and grabbing her wrist which is starting to get thicker, I smile to myself. "Lets go pick something out."
We walked into her closet.
"Y'know that today is Zayn's birthday." Nadya said as we continued to look through her clothes.
"I wonder what we're doing though. Did Zayn tell you?" I ask her.
"No." She said. My hand came to rest over a white tshirt that said 'lol ur not Zayn Malik.'
"Oh my god. You need to wear this shirt!" I said laughing.
"Oh god!" She said smacking her forehead. "I totally forgot I had that shirt." She laughed too.
"Okay I'll wear it with these washed out, ripped jeans." She said pulling them of the rack.
"Okie dokie." I said, "I'm going to find what to wear." I start to walk out.
"Peace out, Girl Scout!" I yell over my shoulder as I leave her room.
I walk into my closet pulling out a pair of dark wash jeans.
"Now what to wear with them." I mused to myself.
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Saving Her
FanfictionFour. Four months is all her best friend has left. And they are running out of options. **** They have been together for four years and are putting out their fourth album. How will these two totally different worlds collide?
