Chapter Eighteen

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Thank you for giving an opportunity to this book, and I know I've said this many times before, but I just can't help it. I'm too grateful, really.

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A U T H O P H O B I A
The fear of being alone.

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P.O.V Rose Elizabeth

"Oh- Hi, Zayn!" I exclaimed under the loud music so he could hear me. I wasn't exactly sad about finding him here, since he was nice to me the other day and he seems to be a good person.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here." he said looking at the dance floor with a smirk. I couldn't help but notice his British accent, just like Harry's. "Does Harry know about this?"

I raised my eyebrows, "Why would he care? It's none of his concern." I pointed out. Does he honestly think Harry would care? The only thing Harry wants related to me is my distance from him. And Zayn knows that, so why is he wondering about it?

"If you say so..." he shrugged. "Do you want a drink?"

"Obviously not!" Why is everyone against the law? Zayn shrugged and asked a drink for him, I suppose. "So what are you doing here?" I asked and he smirked at me.

"Huh- I had a nice dinner with my fellows and now here I am. I didn't want to be here actually, I wanted to be in another club but let's just say I can't go there today." I frowned and I was about to talk when he continued, "But now I'm glad that I'm here." Zayn winked and I chuckled. Then he looked at me from head to toe making me a little bit uncomfortable, "You look ravishing."

His British accent didn't amaze me as much as Harry's but I was still thankful for his compliment, "Thanks!"

"But please do tell me what are you doing here, Barbie." I was confused about what he called me. It's the second time he calls me Barbie and I don't know how should I feel about it.

I mean, surely Barbie is literally perfect. But she's a doll, like... isn't that a little weird?

"I came here with a friend of mine and supposedly we were going to meet a few more friends, but I haven't seen them yet."

"And where's your friend?" he asked me.

I looked to the dance floor but I couldn't find him, all I could see was horny teenagers dancing awfully, "Dancing somewhere in the dance floor." I shrugged.

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