Liars Are The Most Fun
Shooting
Perrie's P.O.V.
I don't understand why he's ignoring me. I've never had to beg him to pay attention to me until now. The worst part is I'm not even sure what I did to deserve the cold shoulder.
Yes, maybe I'm overreacting, but I really don't think so. I mean Zayn's been distant before, but not like this. This is like he's trying to push me out specifically.
Yes, okay, maybe I'm desperately in love with him. Maybe that is just clouding my judgment. You can never see clearly when it comes to love, right? I'm praying that's true.
I know Zayn's and my engagement is for publicity, but that hasn't really changed my feelings for him. I can't think straight when it comes to Zayn. Now, I just have to get up the courage to actually confess these things to him. I just... I don't know how he feels about me. For all I know, he doesn't feel the same toward me at all. He's so damn guarded all the time that I can never really get a proper reading. And recently it's been so much worse. I was actually planning on telling him how I feel this week, but now I'm not so sure. I don't know. Hopefully he'll actually answer my call soon and tell me what's really going on.
Zayn's P.O.V.
I know I can’t ignore Perrie forever, but her constant string of calls is really getting annoying. She acts like we’re actually together sometimes. I mean I love her, don’t get me wrong. But she’s more of a…little sister. Granted I’ve never talked about it with any of the boys, but I just figured it was something everyone could tell. And anyway I really don’t have time to deal with her right now.
I've been trying to get Michelle off my mind for days now. But she's always there. I see her face everywhere I go. I'm going insane. Every time I think I've distracted myself, she somehow creeps her way back into my thoughts.
As a result, I've started smoking twice as much lately. It relaxes me and forces her out of my thoughts for at least a few minutes.
Basically I just...I just need to see her again.
Michelle's P.O.V.
I don't know why I keep glancing toward the door. It's almost 2 in the morning in this shitty bar in this shitty town and I am officially fucked up. I can barely even remember what all I've taken at this point. I can barely even stand on my own anymore. My mind only forms one thought - a skinny boy with copper eyes and an excellent jaw line. He was the last coherent thought I had before blacking out.
Harry's P.O.V.
I don't remember the actual thought process I had before I threw the first punch. I remember seeing spots and just being really, really angry. But I have no memory of my brain sending signals to my hang, instructing it to slam forcefully into this prick's face.
You see, Louis and I were bored tonight and decided to go to a bar and get drunk for no particular reason. I was on my sixth jack and coke when I see a girl I recognize across the bar. Michelle. She looked horrible. She was way too drunk. or high. Either way, she was hardly able to function and some guy had her pinned up against a wall clearly trying to take advantage of her.
I barely even remember walking toward them. I just remember feeling a shooting pain in my hand and seeing the guy on the floor with Michelle leaning against the wall to keep from collapsing herself. Louis must've seen what happened because he was at my side in ten seconds, eyes wide, staring at me like "what the fuck did you just do?" I just looked at him and said, "Help me get her back to my apartment." He nodded once and practically carried Michelle and me outside to a cab. God I love him. I made a mental note to tell him that and give him a mind blowing blowjob tomorrow as he finally flagged down a cab to take us home.
Zayn's P.O.V.
Once again I dreamt of Michelle. How many nights in a row is it now? It's only 7:23 a.m. I already craving a cigarette. I gradually get out bed and put on some baggy sweatpants but decide against putting on a shirt since I'm only going out for a few minutes. As soon as I step into the living room, I notice a body spread on the couch. Which is weird because who the fuck would Harry bring home to sleep on the couch? I tiptoe over to see if I can see his or her face and immediately stop dead in my tracks. My heart rate accelerates, and I can't help but say, rather loudly,
"Michelle?!"
I don't understand why he's ignoring me. I've never had to beg him to pay attention to me until now. The worst part is I'm not even sure what I did to deserve the cold shoulder.
Yes, maybe I'm overreacting, but I really don't think so. I mean Zayn's been distant before, but not like this. This is like he's trying to push me out specifically.
Yes, okay, maybe I'm desperately in love with him. Maybe that is just clouding my judgment. You can never see clearly when it comes to love, right? I'm praying that's true.
I know Zayn's and my engagement is for publicity, but that hasn't really changed my feelings for him. I can't think straight when it comes to Zayn. Now, I just have to get up the courage to actually confess these things to him. I just... I don't know how he feels about me. For all I know, he doesn't feel the same toward me at all. He's so damn guarded all the time that I can never really get a proper reading. And recently it's been so much worse. I was actually planning on telling him how I feel this week, but now I'm not so sure. I don't know. Hopefully he'll actually answer my call soon and tell me what's really going on.
Zayn's P.O.V.
I know I can’t ignore Perrie forever, but her constant string of calls is really getting annoying. She acts like we’re actually together sometimes. I mean I love her, don’t get me wrong. But she’s more of a…little sister. Granted I’ve never talked about it with any of the boys, but I just figured it was something everyone could tell. And anyway I really don’t have time to deal with her right now.
I've been trying to get Michelle off my mind for days now. But she's always there. I see her face everywhere I go. I'm going insane. Every time I think I've distracted myself, she somehow creeps her way back into my thoughts.
As a result, I've started smoking twice as much lately. It relaxes me and forces her out of my thoughts for at least a few minutes.
Basically I just...I just need to see her again.
Michelle's P.O.V.
I don't know why I keep glancing toward the door. It's almost 2 in the morning in this shitty bar in this shitty town and I am officially fucked up. I can barely even remember what all I've taken at this point. I can barely even stand on my own anymore. My mind only forms one thought - a skinny boy with copper eyes and an excellent jaw line. He was the last coherent thought I had before blacking out.
Harry's P.O.V.
I don't remember the actual thought process I had before I threw the first punch. I remember seeing spots and just being really, really angry. But I have no memory of my brain sending signals to my hang, instructing it to slam forcefully into this prick's face.
You see, Louis and I were bored tonight and decided to go to a bar and get drunk for no particular reason. I was on my sixth jack and coke when I see a girl I recognize across the bar. Michelle. She looked horrible. She was way too drunk. or high. Either way, she was hardly able to function and some guy had her pinned up against a wall clearly trying to take advantage of her.
I barely even remember walking toward them. I just remember feeling a shooting pain in my hand and seeing the guy on the floor with Michelle leaning against the wall to keep from collapsing herself. Louis must've seen what happened because he was at my side in ten seconds, eyes wide, staring at me like "what the fuck did you just do?" I just looked at him and said, "Help me get her back to my apartment." He nodded once and practically carried Michelle and me outside to a cab. God I love him. I made a mental note to tell him that and give him a mind blowing blowjob tomorrow as he finally flagged down a cab to take us home.
Zayn's P.O.V.
Once again I dreamt of Michelle. How many nights in a row is it now? It's only 7:23 a.m. I already craving a cigarette. I gradually get out bed and put on some baggy sweatpants but decide against putting on a shirt since I'm only going out for a few minutes. As soon as I step into the living room, I notice a body spread on the couch. Which is weird because who the fuck would Harry bring home to sleep on the couch? I tiptoe over to see if I can see his or her face and immediately stop dead in my tracks. My heart rate accelerates, and I can't help but say, rather loudly,
"Michelle?!"
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3/29/14