Love Conquers Evil

Charlotte is your average girl. Her and her best friend Dakota are looking for romance this summer - but when Charlotte meets Zayn Malik, the temperamental boxer who sees her as eye candy what will happen? Zayn claims her as his even though she doesn't agree. Will Zayn snap on Charlotte? Will Charlotte actually fall for Zayn? Does Zayn have real feelings for Charlotte? Discover the adventures that the two of them go on together while facing the world.


4. Dakota Time

Charlotte POV

"Okay. Spill. How the hell did you get a date with freaking Zayn Malik??" Dakota screams at me when she enters my flat half an hour later. 

"Trust me. It is totally not worth it," I complain.

"What do you mean? Are you mental?" She yells.

"Would you shut up and let me talk?" I narrow my eyes at her.

"Sorry, go ahead," She plops down on my couch.

"Well when I went to get fresh air he followed me out and complimented me along with accusing me of staring. Then I felt uncomfortable so I went to text you but he took my phone and sent the text that you received. He said he would only give me my phone back once we got coffee so we went to get coffee and he helped me out of his car and kept his hand on mine. Then I removed my hand from his and we sat down. I asked him to take me home and he said only if I agreed to go to his next fight. And when we got here he said to make sure that I hold up my side of the deal or else he won't be happy," I gush out everything that happened in under a minute.

Dakota just sits there for a minute, processing all of the information I just provided her with. "Well yeah. I guess that would freak me out too," She pouts, let down that she wasn't right. "So what are you going to wear for the fight?" She questions. 

"I'm not going," I answer simply, going to the kitchen to put on a kettle for tea. 

"What do you mean? Of course you are going!" She exclaims.

"I just said I would so that he would leave me alone," I reply. 

"But he said he wouldn't be happy," She points out. I shrug. 

"Let him be unhappy," I respond. She sits on the kitchen stool, twiddling her thumbs. "Just say it," I sigh.

"Say what?" She asks.

"Say whatever is making you do that," I point to her thumbs.

"Be careful," She says.

"How about you go the fight and tell him I got sick or something," I suggest. She shrugs her shoulders.

"I can't. I'm going to France tomorrow for two weeks remember?" She asks.

"Right! What time am I driving you to the airport?" I question.

"5pm," She answers.

"Right. Well okay then. You all packed?" I ask. 

"Almost," She responds.

We spend the rest of the day up in her flat, packing the rest of her stuff for France. I run to get Nandos for dinner (our favorite place to eat) and then meet her back in my flat to watch a movie together. I put in Finding Nemo and we curl up on the couch together in duvets with a bowl of popcorn smushed between us. 

Halfway through the movie we have a popcorn fight and it ends up all over the floor. We laugh at each other's stupidity and then climb back on the couch, deciding to deal with it in the morning. "Good night best friend," I laugh when the movie is over. We're on my two couches because she's too lazy to go next door to her flat. 

"Night," She giggles. 

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