Meet Me in an Irish Coffee Shop

Hi everyone! BooBear'sTeddyBear and Hopeless Wanderer here! This is just a book for us dreaming about the future! We're hoping to see each other one day, so we made this. Hope you guys like it!


12. 12

Scottie's POV


Zayn came in and I gave him a big squeeze and a kiss on the lips.

"Can I talk to you, love? Outside?"

He led me out near where Marco was waiting, and hopefully not touching what I'd done to his face. 

"Listen, I'm so sorry, about...erm..." He squeezed my hands. "Marco. I just got a little jealous, you know?"

"I understand. I mean, who wouldn't? I'm me!" I joked and playfully nudged his shoulder. He grinned.

"Mind if I help you fix up his face?" I nodded. For someone who punched him, he's being awfully generous.

I led him to where Marco is. 

"Did I ever tell you I love your Texan accent?" My face turned pretty red. 

"Yeah, I'm pretty used to it." Marco cut in. He has pretty good hearing. Wait, how do I remember these things? 

"Um...hi. Look, Marco, I'm really sorry, I just got a bit jealous. You know that feeling, right?"

"Yeah! We're good, don't worry, mate. But can you fix up my face?" Marco gestured to me. I dabbed some rubbing alcohol on his face to fix up one last cut I didn't get to before I had to go practice with Keavy. 

"Need any help?" Keavy came in, with Harry trudging behind her. 

"I'm sorry too, Marco. I have no idea what got into me." Marco grinned and waved it off. I'm glad they're okay, maybe they can at least be friends now. 

Keavy grabbed a bit of concealer for Marco's face. 

"What the heck is that stuff? Don't put that on my faaaaaace!" Marco whined and ran away.  

"Baby." Keavy laughed. 

"Well, I guess we're done with that."


"NO PROMISES!" I yelled back. Marco entered the make-up room. 

"Then can I get a good-bye hug?" I looked at Zayn. He nudged his head in Marco's direction. 

I ran over to Marco and wrapped my arms around him. 

"Bye, love." He whispered. I grinned and sneaked a small little peck on his cheek. I had noticed he slipped his number into my pocket. 

And to think I did so much work back in the 6th grade to get his number just for him to slip it into my pocket. Years later. Well, that was a waste of my time. 

Nathan, our voice coach, peeked his head into the room.

"Can I hear you guys sing Girl on Fire real quick?" He spoke with his Australian accent. 

We followed him into the recording room. We sat down on stools. 

"One thing, do you guys want to do the Inferno Version?" He asked. 

"Sure!" We shrugged. He scribbled something down on a yellow note pad he carries with him everywhere. 

"That means you'll have to rap." A sly smile crept onto Keavy's face. She snapped in a z-formation.

"Let's get this party started."

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