Don't Wake Me | Camarry

DWM 3.

   We walked in and started scoping the place out, and a few seconds later my arm was being squeezed tightly. I mean nails digging into my skin tight. I let out a small squeal. "He is real. I knew it!" Lauren exclaimed, nodding straight ahead. Sitting at a four people table was Zayn. He was dark, tall, and extremely handsome. Pictures did him justice, but holy hell seeing him in person was something else. Sitting right beside him was a curly-haired white boy. He was also beyond attractive. God sure did take a little extra time with them.

   "I said, how may I help you?" Lauren and I snapped out of the comatosis state we were in practically drooling at the boys and looked at the british hostess before us. "Oh, hi. Um I'm meeting someone here, the name is under Malik." Lauren smiled. The woman nodded.

"Right this way." she started walking and like snail slime we trailed behind her.

   Lauren was practically hiding behind me as she gave my arm small pinches that I tried not to react to. Zayn beamed up at Lauren, a face eating grin on his face. I thought it was adorable. The hostess left back to her greeting podium and Zayn jumped to his feet. "Lauren," he said almost breathlessly. They shared a hug that give or take lasted a whole three minutes and then they shared a kiss. I awkwardly stood there, swaying slowly as I rubbed my upper arm and tried not to get caught stealing glances of this attractive curly haired God. The sleeves of both his and Zayn's shirts were rolled up partially and I can see their tattoos.

   Eventually, Zayn and Lauren took a seat. "This is my best mate Harry." Zayn greeted. "Harry this is Lauren."

"Oh I've heard quite a deal about you." Harry reached over and shook Lauren's hand. "Harry, Zayn, this is my best friend Camila." Harry went in for a handshake and I awkwardly  waved. He then pulled my hand up to his lips and planted a gentle kiss on top. I didn't know how to react so I stayed quiet and pulled my hand away.

    Zayn and Lauren were talking the entire dinner as if they knew each other for years and they were just catching up. I was silent, almost mute. I laughed here and there but I hated my laugh, so I tried to stay as invisible as I could. "Can I be honest with you.." Zayn began. Lauren nodded. "I brought Harry here in case you weren't who you claimed you were." Lauren laughed.

"Yeah, I figured."

"You're just a rare beauty."

"I thought you were fake too." Lauren said. "I mean, you are way too hot, that's why I brought Camila. I mean why would you think I'm fake. You're the one who wouldn't skype me or call me."

"Okay, I understand how that makes it strange but I hate talking on the phone, and Harry and my other mate Niall broke my laptop, I am.getting another soon hopefully."

   I was listening to the love connection being made until I got a tap on my wrist. I looked over at Harry, the culprit. He poked me with his fork ever so gently. I squinted my eyes at him, as he smirked. He gestured to my buttery bread roll that was laying on my almost empty plate of what used to be chicken parmesean. "Are you going to eat that?" I shook my head, although I did want to eat it. I wanted to eat it bad but I couldn't. My stomach felt like it was going to explode because I ordered up room service when we arrived at the hotel, and I needed to learn that my stomach has limits. Harry smiled and grabbed the bread roll shoving it into his mouth whole. I cleared my throat as he tried to smile, his cheeks like chipmunks. I laughed a little.

    He held a finger up telling me to wait a second, so I did. I waited twenty-three seconds. He then swallowed roughly, took a gulp of water and let out a breath. "You don't talk much, do you?"

"I do talk. A lot actually. Maybe too much most times. I'm just.. I don't know you guys."

"Well we're not bad guys." I looked at Lauren who was in her own world listening to Zayn with her chin in the palm of her hand. Unaware of everything else going on around her.