Perfect Stranger

Kylie Jenner flees to London to get a break from her life in the spotlight but here she meets old friends and somehow it ends up being even crazier than the life she left in Los Angeles…

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39. Chapter 38 - ,,Baby I swear it's Déjá vu"

Chapter 38 - ,,Baby I swear it's Déjá vu"

„Damn, you look fine,” Zayn whistled as I dropped the big t-shirt covering my body. I quickly turned around to observe him. He hadn’t said a word as we had entered the spa - or even gotten up from the jacuzzi to greet us as the rest of the lads had done, but instead he had opened another beer and focused on the playlist on his phone.

„Are you drunk?” I asked disbelieving. „Yes mom, what’s it to you?” I didn’t even have it in me to reply to him, but all of the boys were observing our conversation and I didn’t want to leave it at that. „How fucking mature Malik, can you just stop being a bitch for one day and let us all enjoy this?” I simply asked and he just grunted as a reply and turned his attention back to his phone. „1-0 to Kylizzlemynizzl,” Louis laughed before pecking his girlfriend on the cheek and dragging her into the jacuzzi. „Here babe, this will help with your mood,” Niall handed me a beer before Liam and him joined the others and somehow they managed to start up a surprisingly successful ball game in their intoxicated state.

That just left Harry and I.

„Just so you know I think you did the right thing regarding Zayn,” Harry stated and gave me a comforting smile. „Thanks, I not quite sure that he agrees with you though,” I replied before taking a sip of my beer. „He just needs some time to get over his ego, don’t worry about it love,” Harry said and before I could even react he had pushed me into the water.

***

It felt completely like a déjà vu when I woke up the morning after our supposed spa day which more or less turned into some kind of crazy pool party. It had been a crazy night with way too much alcohol, loud music, and more laughter than you could have imagined - and unlike the last morning I woke up like this I could still remember everything.

The moment I opened my eyes I knew I had left the party early with Zayn and I knew I was currently lying in his bed, the difference from last time was that now I was alone. Somehow we had ended up talking yesterday, as in Zayn had finally pulled his head out of his ass and apologized for jumping to conclusions. One thing that bothered me a bit was the fact that even though he agreed to us being more discrete I just got this really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, and usually I trusted my intuition but this time I really hoped for my own sake that I was wrong, and that Zayn was being genuine. I also hoped that the fact he had gone and met up with his mother without me, even though he had already invited me, was simply because anger clouded his thoughts and not that he was having second thoughts about us.

Zayn and I had shared a toast to our newfound public friendship and then sometime later that night we had gotten into a cab and headed home together. We had kept our hands of each other at the party to respect the boys’ wishes, but I think we both knew that the ending of the night would be inevitable. Now I was lying in his bed with a pounding head wondering where he had gone and as I got up and put on his shirt from last night the bad feeling I had tried to push away came back stronger than ever.

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