"I have someone I want you to meet," zayn's voice was excited.
"a girl?" I sighed.
"uh, yeah, I guess."
"I'll be there in a minute."
she was probably blonde and white and gorgeous. that was zayn's type.
I pulled on some yoga pants and a white wife beater.
I grabbed my phone and headed up to zayn's apartment. he was five floors above me.
I knocked on his door and smiled when Gigi, a model I was familiar with, answered.
"you're who zayn wanted me to see," I chuckled.
"I knew the name jade was familiar. zayn talks about you a lot," she chuckled.
"that's surprising. he's such an asshole to my face," I laughed.
"tell me about it."
she opened the door to let me in. I saw zayn on the couch, I ran in and smacked his head.
"what you do that for?" he groaned.
"why didn't you tell me, it was Gigi?" I chuckled.
"didn't know ya knew her," he shrugged.
"zayn, I just told you we worked together for vogue."
"wasn't paying attention."
"you're such an asshole," I shoved his head roughly.
"I love youuuuuuu," he pressed his lips to my temple.
"back the fuck up, Malik. don't make me call Louis," I teased.
"I haven't talked to him in months," he groaned, and the mood suddenly dropped.
"just talk to them, you guys are always gonna be best mates."
Gigi came in with three capri suns, zayn and I's go to drink.
"thank you," I smiled.
I took a sip, before wanting to throw up.
"geesh zayn. is this grape?" I look at the label.
"wanted to try something new," he shrugged.
"grape is the worst," Gigi scoffed.
"no kidding," I scoffed and squirted zayn with the nasty juice.