SHMONEY
"Zayn, come on," Sari whined, following her boyfriend into the kitchen with a pout set on her lips.
"Nope," he went in the fridge and grabbed a beer, "I'm all set tonight and I'm not going to that party."
"Not even for me?" she hugged his waist and rubbed his tummy, "please? It'll be fun."
"Sari..."
"What? I've been spooky all October and this is the spookiest day of this whole month. I wanna do stuff with you but you're such a pussy."
"Exactly, which is why I'm not going," he pulled away and walked in the living room, sitting on the couch and drinking from the beer can.
"Ugh," she groaned, stomping into his room and lying face down on the bed.
Sari really wanted to go to this Halloween party with Zayn. She used to go with Tasha, but that wasn't the plan anymore and Zayn was the only one she truly wanted to be with. It was Jerald's party, but he liked girls so much that Sari wouldn't even hang out with him and he'd be too fascinated at another sexy nurse costume.
Sari almost screamed when she felt Zayn lying on top of her, then she remembered she was upset so she acted like he wasn't there.
"If I say yes, will you stop groaning and ignoring me?"
"I might," she replied, secretly loving that he was thinking about going instead of shutting her down again.
"Well, what are you wearing?"
"I'm going as Solange."
"Really? That yellow outfit--"
"No," she rolled her eyes and Zayn moved so they faced each other but he was still halfway on her back, "in one of her music videos. You know, the new stuff."
"Mhm," he lied his head back and looked up, "I just...I'm not the best in certain social situations, is all."
"But you'll have me," she replied, frowning at him.
"Yeah, but...it's like, it's like, with you and your weight. Just because you have me doesn't mean I'm gonna be fine all the time."
"Oh," and Sari totally misunderstood why he didn't want to go. Zayn wasn't much of a party person, even though he liked to have fun, but she didn't know he was so anxious of the idea of going to parties or places he wasn't familiar with.
"I'm sorry, but..." he gulped and Sari just watched him, "I guess I'll go."
"Thank you," she leaned down and kissed his lips, "I mean, I'm sorry for pressuring you. I didn't realize--"
"It's okay, Bear," he got off of her and sat up in the bed, "especially since I just finished my fifth beer--"
"Zayn--"
"Good times," he grinned and walked towards his closet, "so what should I go as?"
"I don't know," she lied on her back and watched him search through his things.
"I mean, I always wear black, as you can see...help me out, man."
"Okay, sheesh."
SHMONEY
"I love this look," Sari giggled at Zayn over the music. He just rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall.
"Shut up, Sari."
"You can't speak, you have to sing. Just like the commercial."
Zayn pouted as she kept playing with him. With only thirty minutes to spare before they were considered fashionably late to Jerald's party, Sari and Zayn needed an idea for a costume that wasn't too stupid or tacky in her eyes. Zayn could have went as Steve Jobs, but that was stupid. So was the Fonz and so was a lumber jack and so was Napoleon Dynamite. He didn't even have the wig for goodness sake but for some reason he had the shirt.
Anyway, Sari was on Twitter and just thought of Zayn dressing up as Chance the Rapper in the Kit Kat commercial. She already had three different Chance 3 hats and all Zayn had to do was put the costume on. And he was so cute she took at least fifty pictures of him during the whole thing.
"That's a good song," he mocked and downed the last of his alcohol.
"Enough for you," she put the cup down and took his hand, "I need a mini photoshoot and you have to be stable enough to take the pictures."
"Okay. Did I tell you how sexy this is?"
"Only seventy five times," she blushed and they were now outside. Sari grabbed her phone from Zayn's pocket and gave it to him, unlocking it and standing in a good enough spot near the house.
"Didn't we already have a photoshoot?" he whined, holding the phone up and possibly zooming in and taking off guards. She hated him.
"Yes, but this is new scenery, baby!" she cheered and laughed, "okay, Zayn, be serious."
"Do ya thang."
Sari did a little pose and he snorted, taking the picture and almost dropping her phone. "Oh my God. You're so drunk."
"'M not," he cackled and took more pictures, "this is so fun."
"Zayn," she stood there and watched him snicker behind the camera, "I know you're zooming in on me and I hate you."
"This is so great--"
"Gimme this," she snatched the phone and looked through the pictures, "seventy five percent of these pictures are you zooming in on my boobs or my face -- ew, what the fuck? I hate you."
Zayn shook his head and laughed harder than before, leaning against the house and turning red in the face. So cute. "I'm so glad you brought me and we're not even partying."
"Bitch." Sari grabbed him hand again and they went back inside because it was kinda cold and she wasn't exactly wearing anything that could warm her up. "Dance with me."
"No, why?" he made a face and leaned against the wall, a wide smile on his lips, "just dance on me."
"Fine--"
"No, because you always start something you can't finish, so no."
"I'm just gonna lean on you...with my butt," she stood in front of him and leaned back, his hands spread from her shoulders down to her stomach, his favorite part besides her ass. "I guess I'm driving back, huh?"
"Shyeah," he chuckled in her ear and kissed the side of her face, "give me a break--"
"Zayn--"
"Just give me a break!" he sang and she tried not to break down from laughing too hard, "break me off a piece of that Kit Kat bar."
"I love you so much," she giggled and turned in his arms, kissing his chin and his lips.
"I love you, too, Sari. I'm so glad you got me drunk."
"Don't pin that shit on me--"
"Whatever," he kissed all over her face and she did the same, only she noticed he was rubbing her back and that definitely meant he was in the mood.
"Let's go home," Sari pulled down her stringy skirt -- because Zayn was disgusting -- and took his hands once again to exit the house, "Jerald's probably already dead."
"Where're we going?"
"Home. So we can have sex and I can rock your world."
"Oh," he then smiled slyly and gripped her hand tighter, "I'm so ready."
"I was hoping for that."
SHMONEY
hey guys I wrote this in thirty minutes bYe
and here is Sari's costume AND ITS PERFECT BECAUSE SHE IS THE FACECLAIM OM G
so I'll just leave this here and be on my way
just look at the titties y'all know I love titties😩🙊