We Were Just Best Friends

Zayn's just broken up with Perrie. He's heartbroken... and wasted. There's a lovely lady standing on the corner, beckoning him over. He can't do it though.
Harry could however....
Zayn and Kate become really close, talking almost everyday, even when Zayn's on tour.
he surprises her by not telling when he is back in town. Harry though cannot wait.

btw: i have nothing against Perrie and Zayn :) Or Harry for that matter.


1. A drunken decision

"Zayn, buddy go for it," I can hear Harry in my ear. "We won't judge. I swear. It's just one night, then you can move on. It'll be just fine, now go." He gives me a little push. I stumble but quickly catch myself and walked crookedly over to the corner out side the bar. It was my official break up party as Louis had called it. My breakup. From Perrie.

She smiled as she saw me make my way half pissed to her. "Welcome, Malik. Your friends finally convince you?"

Shit she knows who I am. I want this over with and done quickly. I really need this, or so I've been convinced. "Yes," I mumble, half of me embarrassed just to be doing this, half of me not caring about the photos.
She leads me over to her car and helps me dump myself all over her backseat. Her hands were really soft....

"Easy there," She says soothingly. Odd, aren't prostitutes , I'm sorry, ladies of the hour, supposed to care about only the money? "Come on," she urges me into a sitting position. "I charge £150 for two hours, can you pay that fella?" There it is. I just nod, head pounding. "To where?" She asks.

I open my eyes. "Your place." She looks surprised but drove away from the bar as I told her. I didn't want to be there or home. Anywhere but there.

She got me out of the car and gently lead me to her couch. I just groaned at the light and layed down.

"Well you're a bag of fun now aren't you?" I peeked over to where she sitting, a water glass in hand. "You've never done this have you?" I can hear the cheek in her voice.

"No." I grit my teeth.

"Just do anything you want." What I wanted to do was to talk.

So I did, loud and angered. How the band is restricting and how the paps are so fucking aggravating. She nods and acts like she understands.

I then got to Perrie. "She just left. Said something about both bands being too much for her to handle. What the hell? She's been going at it for what? A month, maybe more? Bull shit. Try dealing with it for 2 years."

She sips more water and looks at me funny then smiles all sad like she feels bad for me. "It's ok Zayn." Bless her.

I realized I've just told her everything... I told a whore all my petty ass dreams and problems. I know absolutely nothing about her. How smart of me. The tabloids were forming already.

"Whats your name darling?" I said, trying desperately to get to a better topic.


Whats your story? I really want to ask but my head is throbbing now, whether from the alcohol or heartbreak, I don't know. I shut my eyes just for second, but unconsciousness seems so inviting.

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