"Can I have your number?"
"I literally just gave you your first drink for tonight."
"It's not like I asked for your home address!"
"Anything else you would like to order?"
"How about that number? Because I find you very- I mean very..."
"...
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73. Zustin - The Hate You Give.
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"Not that I don't hate you enough already with your constant presence in my life from the day we met, but don't make me do something worse." Zayn gritted his teeth, eyes following Justin's every movement from packing the clothes in that ratty plastic bags of coats that some George- friend of some Niki and Nicole- had got for him, to wearing his jeans that the nurse had requested or this time literally threaten him. Justin had obeyed when face with getting thrown out of the room away from Zayn. Zayn was beyond furious as Justin kept a neutral face walking around the room like Zayn was not speaking to him at all.
It was actually a little odd to see Justin doing something mundane like packing bags, tidying after himself. Zayn loathed the part where Justin was insisting on taking care of him.
Though Justin was failing badly at ignoring Zayn not having the heart for such malice, but he would be damn if he didn't learn a thing or two from the master of ignorance from himself. Zayn could be very cruel in his personality which only made Justin stronger to not react in any negative way, god, one of them had to be the positive angel of goodness with Zayn's demand to be the lone wolf of the pack.
"Justin, look at me." Zayn snapped, almost throwing a pillow at the back of Justin's head but the pillow was nestled quite comfortably behind him; plus he had no intention of putting pressure on his feet by turning from his waist and straining the feet that were killing him already.
