Lana got up, face palming herself. What has she gotten into?
She picked up her underwear, pulling them on, and tossing herself back into the couch, wanting to die right then.

"C'mon Lana, don't be mad." Zayn said, pulling up his boxers, and sitting alongside her.

Lana shot him a glare, before sighing,"I'm not mad, I'm not mad..." her head shot up,"I'm just so, embarrassed."

"Embarrassed...?" Zayn laughed coldly,"No.. I'm embarrassed. I''m sorry." Zayn confessed.

Lana sat quietly...

"Lana..?" Zayn said snapping her into reality.

"What?"

"What's your favorite color..?"

"Zayn."

"Just answer!"

"Green."

"ACK!"

"Just kidding, Yellow."

"Oh. Yeah, Yellow's cool."

"You should stop asking me kid questions, I'm 20 fucking 2."

"Yeah Yeah... Hey Lana, what's your full name..?"

"Lana Maria Garret."

"Nice. So what do you do for a living."

Lana scrunched up her face,"I like fashion, so I'm studying professional design."

"Can Harry buy your clothes?" Zayn joked, referring to Harry's awfully ripped clothing.

They both laugh a little, and Lana stared at the wall.

"Lana..?" Zayn asked, looking at her, with no emotion on his face.

"Yes Zayn..?"

"I want you.."

Notes

BLERGH.

STUPID FILLERS BECAUSE SMUT. I DNT KNOW HOW TO WRITE.

HOLY FUFU

But no more dodging.

NO MORE.

I SWEAR THERE WILL BE ACTION.

ACTIOOONNNN.

And the fact that it's friday, means I might be up all night writing smut 4 u guiiseee.

GUYYSS AREN'T YOU LIKE..

PUMPED?!