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Lana's POV
I sit on my bed impatiently thinking of what to tell my parents. They would never let me go out with Zayn. No one can know about this. I don't know why I agreed to this, but it feels like Zayn wants to make up for himself and I believe in second chances. I am crazy, I can admit that, but his words telling me to live a little has gotten to my head. I never do anything but study with my friends. We do go shopping when we absolutely have too, but we mostly meet up at a local coffee shop or library to study. I never get out and I definitely feel like that needs to change, but I don't think Zayn is exactly the best person to do that with, but who else do I have?
My phone rings and I jump, It's Zayn. Why is he calling so early? I press talk.

"Hello?" I greet.

"Can I come earlier?" He asks.

"Um, I guess. How much earlier?"

"In 20 minutes?"

"I still haven't made an excuse to my parents, but I guess." I laugh.

"Excuse? Why do you have to make a excuse? Oh yeah, cause your mum is a lunitec and probably wants you too-- never mind." He stops himself, good.

"Please Zayn, don't make me regret this. I am going against everything I believe in to go out to dinner with you." I say through my teeth. He makes me so mad so easily.

"Okay, okay. I can't promise shit, though. I am an asshole." He laughs as he admits it.

"Trust me, I know. Um, see you in 20?"

"Yeah." He says, and hangs up. He's still so rude, but better than before I suppose. I wonder what changed his mind to see me, though. He stormed out of a car because Sophia wanted me to go out with them, and now he wants to take me to dinner. I don't understand him like I do most others, so maybe that's why I find him so interesting. I walk downstairs and finally found a perfect excuse.

"Mum?" I coo through the hallway.

"Yes, Lana?" She answers, walking out of the kitchen with another cup of tea in her hand.

"Do you mind if I go to the library for a few hours, to study for my college courses?" I ask, hoping she's buying this since this is my first time telling a big lie. It feels new, and it's making me nervous and excited.

"Of course. How could I ever say no to that?" She laughs.

"Right." I laugh back and thank her. I run back upstairs and called Zayn, asking where we're going because I am going to drive myself. Once he gave me the directions and me being my overly excited self, I hurry and put on a waterfall dress. It's strapless, but I wear a white short jacket over the mint coloured dress and put on my white flats. I hope I am not over dressed, but it's better than being under dressed.My hair is already curled from this morning and I am grateful it still looks nice. As I run down stairs, Annabel looks at me in a confused manner.

"Where are you going, a date?" Annabel asks, seriously.

"No, I am going to study at the library. You know me, I have to look my best for everything." I laugh nervously. Her facial expressions tell me she's not buying it, but she shrugs and says whatever. I silently thank her for not saying anything and yell goodbye to mum and dad as I walk out to my car. Zayn told me we're going to some Italian restaurant named Mario's. I love Italian and I am looking forward to this, though I am still concerned as to why he has decided to be so kind to me. I take a deep breathe as I start the car and head towards the restaurant.

Zayn's POV
As I arrive at the restaurant, I don't see Lana anywhere. I debate whether I should wait outside or get a table. I left 5 minutes later so Lana could get there before me so I wouldn't be in this situation. I thought she'd be like an hour earlier but I was wrong. I sigh impatiently as I wait for her arrival, I don't like to wait. Everyone knows that. Except Lana, she doesn't know anything about me and I doubt she ever will. Just my luck, Lana arrives with her stupid Prius. I hate that car. And I have to convince my self that I still hate the girl inside it. Luckily Liam gave me a hundred bucks to pay for this shit but there's no way I am spending all of it on dinner. I could use some more rum and beer.

Lana walks out of the car so fucking over dressed, as expected. She does look hot as fuck, I am aloud to think that. I just wish she'd wear shorter dresses and shorts.

"Hey," She smiles. Her accent gets me every time, it's so unique and very elegant. I love it, I just wish she'd say things that don't make her accent sound like shit.

"Hi." I answer as I walk in the building, forgetting to hold the door for her, and she rolls her eyes as the door shuts in her face. I try not to laugh as she calls me an asshole under her breathe. I do get a kick out of pissing her off.

"How many?" The hot blonde waitress asks as we come up to them. I would much rather be potentially doing her.

"Two." Lana grunts. I didn't realise I was staring at this chick and she blushes, then frowns because she thinks we're dating. Fuck.

"Right this way." She sounds nervous as she carries the menu's to our booth.

"I'm not dating her." I assure the hot hostess as she rolls her eyes and walks away.

"Wow, I feel so welcomed to be here." Lana whines. This is what I mean, she whines and makes her amazing accent so fucking annoying. I want to tell her to shut the fuck up, but I manage to control my mouth.

"Well do you want me to fuc-- shout that you're my girlfriend? Cause I know you wish it was that way but," I laugh. "Never happening."

"I came here so maybe we could become friends, but I knew you were going to act this way. This was a mistake." She rubs her forehead. Shit, I am already blowing this god damn plan.

"No, no...Sorry it's just hard for me to control myself since I am so used to being like this." I sigh.

"Don't do it again." She hisses. She's fucking bossy.

"Alright, alright." I nod. A male waiter comes and asks for our drink orders and if we're ready to order a meal. Lana orders some chicken pasta bullshit and a glass of wine. Does she even know I am paying and that shit costs money? And I thought she was a prude...Her and the waiter flirt until he see's me, and backs off. My face looks angry and I can see he thinks I am her fucking boyfriend and I look like I am jealous, but I am mad because Lana keeps pissing me off every second.

"Stop staring at me, I am not her god damn boyfriend, flirt with her I don't give a damn." I snap at the young waiter as he brings her champagne and looks at me.

"What would you like, sir?" He asks, ignoring my statement.

"For you to fuck off and give me a hot female waitress." I laugh.

"Zayn...." Lana scolds me.

"I will have the chicken parm. Do you sell beer?" I ask.

"Yes, we do." He answers.

"I'll have 2 bottles." I sigh and give my menu to him and tell him to fuck off, again.

"Zayn you are purposely acting like a jerk to make me mad. Stop!" She tries not to be annoyed. Honestly, I'm not. She's not used to my personality so she can assume whatever she wants.

"Whatever." I answer and she sips her wine elegantly.

"Why did I agree to come here?" She shakes her head.

"Cause. You can't stay away from me. Admit it, you get this rush whenever you're near me. You need excitement and I am just that excitement." I smirk. She laughs a sarcastic laugh.

"No, not even close. I wanted to be your friend. I thought maybe yesterday you had a bad day, but no, you are always a big asshole. I would leave but they're cooking my food and this whine is so good." She admits to me.

"I don't do friends." Is all I say. I really don't have any good friends. I literally hate everyone, except for maybe Perrie. Even she is questionable.

"Well maybe it's time to change that." She says calmly.

"You're one of those fixers, aren't you?" I ask, annoyed. I hate people like that, thinking they could change someone, fix broken parts that were never even broken but they assume they were.

"What?"

"You're a fixer. You like to mend broken people. I am not broken and don't need help so if that's your goal you can give it up now." I grunt and take a drink of my cold beer that I forgot was brought to me.

"You're so judgmental. I don't do that. My mother is one of those, I cannot stand it but she did change my father. I am nothing like you think, Zayn. Just because I care about myself, unlike you, doesn't mean I am a typical girl. You don't know anything about me so quit assuming." She huffs. She is a harder target then I thought. She isn't stupid enough to fall for anything so I have to tell Liam. Honestly this dinner was to get to know her, have a nice chat and hope she spills her guts. It didn't turn out that way but whatever works.

"I don't think this friendship will work..." She sighs as a different waiter brings our food to the table. It smells revolting but I eat anyways.

"And why is that?" I ask, cutting my tough chicken.

"We're so different, and frankly I do not like you though I try my hardest too." She answers.

"You do like me, I see it in your eyes. It's okay Lana, I like you." I lie. That was the nicest lie I ever told. She blushes for a minute but my stupid smirk gave me away.

"See? You're a liar. I don't know what this dinner is for but I feel as if I am being set up!" She tells me what she's thinking. I even told Liam I wasn't good at this bullshit.

"You're not, actually. Listen, this is the way I am. I'm sorry I'm a huge ass and I can't control my thoughts or actions. It's not cause of you personally, it's just who I am. Take it or leave it. I prefer if you take it, though." I almost gag after saying all of that.

"I suppose we're all different," she sighs. "It's just going to take me some time to get used to your behaviour and attitude."

"You're never going to get used to it. It's gonna piss you off more and more...but if you can handle that I am willing to...to...um...be your friend?" I choke out.
"That's the nicest thing you've said to me...ever..." She laughs. My face stays still and I try my hardest to laugh, but it comes out more as a choke.

"It was hard for me to say." I admit. The waiter comes and fills Lana's wine glass, again. I hadn't noticed how much she's had.

"Lana...how much wine have you had?" I ask in concern.

"I don't know but I feel...odd." She giggles. I knew by her actions she was getting drunk, she's nervous and mad and she downed that wine like water. The only thing is, I can't let her drive intoxicated back to her house.

"God fucking dammit..." I yell as Lana throws up all over the floor. What the fuck do I do now?

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