No Matter What // Zayn Malik

Chapter 23

I got myself Zayn feels just writing that last chapter oh my goodness anyone else? :)

my head hurts. idk why but it does. enjoy the chapter though! I wanted to at least give you all something. <3
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Chapter 23

Stay away from Tristan. 

It was a free country, I shot back to Zayn earning a roll of his eyes.

I didn't see anything wrong with it. Why not? He was a friend of mine. Nothing more. 

"It's so nice to get out of the house." I smiled as we walked around the streets of London. I closed my eyes, stretching out my arms as I took a long deep breath. 

"You're acting like some crazy hippie chick." Tristan laughed, shaking his head. 

"Maybe I am some crazy hippie chick." I gave him a little wink. 

"Knew it." He snapped, just for dramatic effect. I threw my head back as I laughed some more, my blonde hair flying behind me. The light sun rays kissed my skin, making me feel all arm inside. 

Liv, I told you not to hang out with him. 

"Olivia the crazy hippie chick," I repeated with a smile. "Tristan, you're just like 'Man, I'm too good for this hippie chick." 

"True. Very true."

I punched his arm as we both laughed a little more.

"Meanie."

"I have a sudden urge to make friends with a hippie," Tristan's little laugh echoed in my ears. 

"Butt we're already friends!" I dramatically put my hands on my hips, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk even.

"A real hippie, babe." 

Zayn would've ripped his head off for even calling me that.

"I'm hurt." 

"How does one become a real hippie?" 

And just because we could, we sat down at a bench nearby after grabbing some ice cream and discussed everything that made a hippie a hippie. It was one of the weirdest yet funniest conversations I'd ever had with anyone. 

I was laughing so hard I didn't even hear the clicks of some random camera. 

Paparrazi? 

Zayn's warnings kept ringing in my head. 

I don't like the way he looks at you. 

But nothing happened. We'd be okay. 

Right?

"Look, Liv, if he gets really pissed, it's my fault. I'll take the blame." Tristan mumbled. 

"No, but I called you." I huffed, running a hand through my blond locks.

"Is he really going to get that upset?" 

"He'll probably kill you," I bit my lip as I fidgeted with my hands, my ice cream was gone since I threw it away earlier. "I-I'm sorry. I-I s-shouldn't have gone out with you." 

"Just tell him it wasn't a date." 

"Y-Yeah," I nodded, trying to assure myself more than I was supposed to be reassuring Tristan. "I-It's n-not a date. N-Not a date."

"Relax, Liv," He rubbed my shoulder.

"A-And there's school tomorrow so I-I won't see him,"

"Liv, it's gonna be okay."

"I don't even know why I'm freaking out so much." I tried to make it sound believeable, letting out a quiet sigh. "Thanks for the good time." I forced him a little smile. "Peace out." I laughed dryly as I stood up from the bench. 

"Peace out, Liv. He kills you, I'll kill him all right?" He said it in a joking way which gave me a bit of comfort. He gave me a small smile, standing up as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. 

"Avenge me!" I shook my fist up in triumph as we both laughed a little. I gave him a quick hug before jogging to my car and rehearsing how I'd tell Zayn what happened because I was positive I heard cameras snapping pictures of Tristan and I. No doubt we were laughing and smiling at each other in them.