It's nearly 2 in the morning, but still sounds coming from us were still alive. I wonder if my neighbors are having their bedtime rest so well since the party was blasted by giggles and laughters which were mixed with some slur voices from everyone except me and Niall...


From my living room, we decided to make a big circle from my sofas. A table full of beers and sodas, popcorns and other junk foods in the middle.



"So class, since now that Lalaine is our new commer here, we should learn some thing about here. Right?? What do you all think of sharing some stories from our Miss Wales?" Louis said sarcatiscally, slur from his voice was really evident.

"Cringe." Everyone chorused.



"We're so used with you Louis. C'mon Niall you go for your turn." Dani sounded, hands on Liam's thigh.

"Yeah." Eleanor agreed, looking at Louis wih a pouty look.


"Okay, Laine. I think I have the big part here. So, tell us about your life. Just a little bit. C'mon!!" He said, shaking his palms on my wrist.



"Oh boy. Wait Niall, here comes my king!" Louis interrupted, pointing to the way of Harry. We all laughed as he was completely welcomed by his messy hair.


"Go on Irish" A deep British accent was brought by him, flipping his hair. I can see his perfect stunning face here though he was inches apart from me.. He sat next to Liam and my peach wall.




As soon as Harry sat down, I peeked Zayn's jawline since I laid from his thighs. He moved his head closer to me so we can both stare at our eyes properly.


"Bad boy, I'm not ready to opened up about mum and dad. And even my grandparents too. You know." I said to him, standing so it's a whisper.

He smiled at me and then pressed my palms.



"Um guise, Lalaine is quite a bit shy about sharing her thoughts in a group of people like us. Um, maybe she can share us, I mean the both of us. Will that be okay??" Zayn explained in a thick accent, as I wrapped myself around him.



I giggled and mouthed thank you afterwards. Everyone felt free about it but then they told me it's alright. I'm a bit ashamed though.



"C'mon now Laine. I need a thoughtful story to sleep." Louis joked cheerfully. We all gave a stern look on him and then I started when life had been ever since Zayn had been my best friend. I told them that Zayn really changed me. He's the one who conforted me about should I be since I was a beauty queen to his eyes and, also mentioned to me something with regards to my grandparents.



"I met Zayn in our Junior years. Though we have 2 years gap, it hasn't been a struggle for us to cope up with everything since our house were just steps away. We see each other everyday and we go to school together. Really on our school, Zayn was the big heartthrob. He's the best singer in the campus. He loves football and play basketball. Every girl has their crush on him. Every teacher knows him. All over the campus knows him, even school's director and principal. Everyone cares for him even canteen owners, guards and gardeners. No one rejects him but me. I don't know why but my friends told me that he's cool and too talented. Boys told me that he's nice and too thoughtful especially to girls... Actually we met in a school detention. I don't know if I punched a guy then or spilled glues on the boy's lockers then." I paused for a while and then asked Zayn what I've done.


"Nah, if I wasn't mistaken you put a mouse trap on every teacher's chair and pour flours all over the corridors on the same day since it was reported that the master-mind of the US massacre name's Liberty." Zayn explained, giggling with everyone in the living room. He gripped my curves to him. "You are undoubtedly dimwit, Laine."


"You bad ass momma!" Louis mentioned. "Hm, why haven't done that? Maybe I'll try pour flour all over Harry's room next time." He continued teasingly.



"Shh. Shut up guise, let Lalaine finished it." Harry said, still few chuckles on his mouth.



"So that's it. And for Zayn, he's been in detention because of throwing chewing gums on their room's ceiling." We all giggled as we remember those fucked-up memories. "So there, I talked to him. Ay, no. He's the one who talked to me first. I don't really care about Zayn. It was then my surprise that he was there. God. For the five consecutive days on our detention, we've trusted everyone. We shared about our family and some problems.. Really Zayn understands me. He cared for me so well. I really had a bad impression to him. I thought he was a big faggot who just don't care about life and fuck everyone he likes since every girl in the campus scream for her name.. I regretted that part of me. Hey Zayn, you know that right?" I said and then continued my thoughts. I dont know what's going on to all of them, they completely want to listen a lot especially Louis with a heavy eyes now. "As I remember in our last detention, we hanged out and had our party on the detention room.. If I wasn't mistaken Zayn kissed the lady guard then before keeping loads of sodas and junk foods on the gardener's room. That detention been my most enjoyable since it was all so quiet and boring there. And um because my co-Volleyball players had their crush on Zayn, they blocked mail me that they'll tell that I was the one who sprinkled the Vodka our dance party. I asked Zayn for his number. It was the annoying day I've ever had. Seriously, I dont want his number then but the fuck texted me everyday and annoys me with his fucking sweet messages. We've been best friends for long. We hanged out everyday. Parties and other messed up gigs. Often we play Basketball too and um you know help everyone to do messy things on scho-." I paused for a while since Zayn interrupted me from his loud laugh.



"Fuck you, Zayn. Shut up!!!" I said, tickling him from his torso.

Notes

Sorry for the US. There's a big outcome though. It's not really massacre. Um, its family :)