❤🌹HIS ONE
AND ONLY🌹❤
🌺Bestfriends turned lovers🌺
THEME～♡He’s a cold psycho, She’s his chatty little kitten🤐～♡
DO NOT COPY OR REPOST OR DIE UNTIMELY!!❗❗
SHARING IS ALLOWED😍🤩
By Fave Gold ✍🏻🧡
Chapter 47
BEWARE OF ERRORS!!
🌹SMARTER THAN THOU🌹
“Tiger! Wake up! C,mon I’ve called everyone they’re waiting for my live! I even called Bella also!!”. Emily groaned as she taped on Zayn’s two cheeks, trying to wake him up. He slept off after waiting so long for her to return.
“Tiger get up! All my enemies are waiting to see if i was bluffing on Instagram just stand up and let’s prove them wrong!”. Emily snapped grumpily as she pushed Zayn’s face and that was when Zayn’s two eyes flipped open.
“You contacted everyone, how?”. Zayn asked, sitting up on the bed as he faced Emily who showed him Bella’s phone number on her phone screen.
“I got her number from you. She’s the only one I called privately, the rest just saw my news feed”. Emily muttered and Zayn just stared at her mouth a gap.
“Now delete her number from your phone. Or should i help you with it?”. Emily asked to taking Zayn’s phone out of his boxer’s shorts, then typed in the password and started deleting all Bella’s call histories on Zayn’s phone.
“To think you saved her line as ‘Girlfriend’ have you forgotten you’ve gotten a new better one?!”. Emily snapped as she kept on deleting everything.
“You became my girlfriend just a few minutes ago. How do you expect me to remember Bella just to delete her number”. Zayn replied and Emily threw his phone to him.
“You’ve deleted everything right? I should really change my password”. Zayn muttered putting on the screen.
“You usw my name for everything as it should be so just leave it be. It’s normal”. Emily scoffed and Zayn gave her a raised eyebrow.
“Really? Is my name saved as your password? Isn’t it the Celine beauty you used for it? Or will you say that’s normal also?”. Zayn muttered with a raised eyebrow.
“You…didn’t see right. I’ve changed it”. Emily muttered forcing him up and Zayn scoffed unbelievably before laying back on his bed.
“Tiger…Get up!”. Emily said raising Zayn up but he instead pulled her down to him, and she landed on his chest.
“Get up. Just thirty minutes pleaseee”. Emily muttered and Zayn switched, going on top of her.
“What do I get back in return for that”. Zayn muttered staring deep into her eyes and Emily’s gaze went up for a while as if she was thinking of something before speaking.
“How about a B…
“BJ? Seriously, you’ll do that for me?”. Zayn asked with a shocked yet excited expression while Emily’s eyes widened pushing him off her.
“What?! I was gonna say a back massage you pervert!”. Emily snapped getting off the bed to arrange her new bags into the wardrobe.
“So you can’t do that or what?”. Zayn asked stopping her from touching the bag and when Emily nodded, he snatched the bag with a golden color knowing fully well that it would be Emily’s favorite and Emily’s eyes widened following him as he walked into his dressing room to hide the bag.
“What are you planning on doing with it?”. Emily asked curiously as Zayn’s eyes scanned through his wardrobe for a perfect place to hide it.
“Tiger gave me back my bag”. Emily muttered trying to take it from him, but Zayn hid it behind him.
“You have seven more so don’t worry I’ll just give this to Avery, she’ll take it to her designer to make it purple”. Zayn uttered and Emily immediately snatched the bag from him.
“Who said I can’t give BJ’s I give all kinds of Bj’s. I was only just teasing you earlier”. Emily smiled awkwardly hugging the bag tight to her chest, while Zayn rolled eyes at her going to the room and laying back on his bed, while Emily dropped the bag following him as she joined him on the bed.
She rested her head on his chest then she placed his arms around shoulders and when Zayn faced her she smiled cutely at him earning a scoff from Zayn, before pecking his lips.
“I think I would love to study in Princeton, I’ll be taking the exams next month”. Emily muttered trailing Zayn’s abs and Zayn gave her a serious look.
“Princeton University? Why?”. He asked.
“I just love the building and I heard they embrace fashion a lot over there so…
“Come to Harvard if you want to be serious with your life. I’ve invested a lot of time in making you smart, it shouldn’t go to waste”. Zayn said and Emily shook her head stubbornly.
“I’m studying a beauty and color analyst course so why should I go to Harvard? That School’s meant for gurus and I don’t plan on living my life in such a boring state”. Emily replied and Zayn’s eyes widened.
“I thought you wanted to become a plastic surgeon. What’s with the color or paint analyst you just mentioned. You mean I wasted time teaching someone that chooses to only be monitoring one’s skin tone till heaven arrives or you just stated it cause you just wanted a degree no matter the course…
“I don’t care. As long as I get to monitor everyone else’s skin as well as mine it’s a dream come true already”. Emily cut in.
“Just go to bed. I’ll assume you’re speaking out of drowsiness”. Zayn muttered and Emily pouted.
“So you’re going to Harvard. Why? To Dominate the whole world or what? You’re not really going to study political science right? Cause you don’t actually fit in that category”. Emily said and Zayn faced her.
“Did you just downgrade me? And don’t ask me again about that. I don’t talk to strangers”. Zayn muttered, turning to the other side and Emily stood up from behind him to sleep in front of him.
“Just because I said I wasn’t going to Harvard I’m now a stranger? Now I really don’t want to go”. Emily stated grumpily wrapping her arms and Zayn faced the other side sulking, but Emily stood up sleeping on his head immediately and Zayn let out a groan.
“You love sitting on my head all the time with tiny @$$ of yours!”. Zayn growled out and Emily frowned.
“You were the one who ignored me first! And it’s Bella’s @$$ that’s tiny!”. Emily snapped sleeping and turned her back on him, Zayn also faced the other side turning his back on her and that was when Emily brought out her phone typing on it, Zayn’s phone began pinging because of different notifications.
“What the hell is happening?”. Zayn muttered, bringing out his phone from his pocket only to see that he had been tagged on Emily’s posts on Instagram.
FIRST POST: Never beg a man to love they’re all Füçking liars and pretenders!
SECOND POST: Loving myself is the greatest gift of all. No Russell, something can take that from me!!
THIRD POST: Applying for Princeton and wish me well future homes! Füçk Harvard👎
FOURTH POST: Life’s so unfair imagine pretty me single at my age!!😭😭
Her last post got a lot of comments from hot guys interested in her asking for her number and that angered Zayn as he stood up snatching Emily’s phone from her hand as she made to type another post.
“Please sing!! Just sing that annoying song you sang the last time rather than going online to attack me”. Zayn said and Emily began crying and Zayn’s eyes widened.
“Was it something I said? Emily”. Zayn muttered pulling her closer and she hugged him.
“You complain a lot”. Emily sniffed into the hug.
“You caused it”. Zayn muttered kissing her and Emily sniffed once more.
《THE RUSSELL’S MANSION》
“I h@të everyone including that fool who told me i was not that attractive!”. Avery snapped grumpily as she changed into her pajamas she had actually trekked back he after realising she had no money on her.
She thought Prince would have insisted on dropping her off no matter what but the ice Prince after insisting twice got into his car and drove off.
“At least now I know stupid Max is better than him! Max carried me across his shoulder by force and threw me into his car when i resisted but Prince only thinks about Nancy! Was it too hard to beg me!!?”. Avery stomped her feet on the floor grumpily and her phone began ringing from where she dropped it on the bed.
Then she went to it, seeing the caller’s ID she rolled her eyes.
“Speaking of the devil”. Avery sighed picking her call.
“I can’t find the last bag on my bed Avery! It’s best you return it or I storm to your father’s mansion over there!”. Max snapped through the phone and Avery jad to take the phone away from her ear a little bit before putting it right back.
“Try it and see if you won’t pay for kidnaping me!”. Avery snapped back and Max grinned through the phone.
“You think I can’t come like seriously? What will your old man do? Order his men to lock and beat me up with no food and drink?”. Max scoffed and Avery’s face grew red.
“My dad’s not an old man you…ugly thing!!”. Avery spat.
“Tell me where to get the bag first thing tomorrow morning. I used a lot of cash to get it, so don’t joke with me…
“Oh wow so you spent lots of notes on it but you still cruely burnt the others you psycho!!..
“Are you forgetting that I’m older than you? Quit calling me names if you don’t want me to come over there and teach you some real manners”. Max warned and Avery scoffed with rolled eyes.
“What can you do? You bluff even more than….Argh!!!..
Avery let out in fright when Max jumped in through her room’s window.
“How the Füçk did you get up here?!”. Avery screamed out still inshock and Max only scoffed at her.
“I told you i’d come to teach you some manners myself”. Max smirked walking closer to her, but Avery immediately began opening the door.
“Mummy!!! Dad!! The kidnapper’s here again!!”. Avery screamed out as she twisted the door knob ready to run out and that was when Max covered her mouth from behind locking back the door to be safe as Avery struggled in his grip.
“You don’t know how to keep shut right?”. Max whispered into her ear and Avery made to bite him but him but he hit her mouth instead.
“Purple dog! Like take a look round your room. Is it normal with the colour you painted it in. Are you sofia the first or what you annoying short brat!”. Max fired his hands still on her lips and Averybegan crying.
“I’ll return your ugly bag, let me go i used up all my money in enhancing my pink lips. Dont ruin it with your rough hands!”. Avery snapped and Max in puzzlement let go of her as he watched her run to her beauty table ina hurry checking her lips in the mirror.
“Thank goodness!! Your bag’s on the table over there, grab it and leave!!”. Avery snapped and Max gave her a glare before going for the bag. It was still It’s usual purple colour and Max after inspecting the Bag a little walked towards the window with the aim of jumping back out till…
“Hey Maxxy love!!”. Avery called him from Behind and Max turned to face her. His gaze widened at what he saw.
Avery stood outside of the room with the door wide opened and the real purple bag in her hands.
Max glanced at the one in his hand and then noticed his hand got stained by a purple paint, as Avery had actually painted it.
“It’s a white Dior bag your holding currently. It’s also expensive but not as expensive as this baby you brought me! The best breakup gift ever!!”. Avery screamed out in excitement then she winked at Max also, when Max made to take a step closer, she immediately shut the door locking it from outside before running away.
“Avery!!!”. Max yelled out in frustration scattering his hair in the process, ashe kicked the fake bag countlessly on the floor.
《THE CLEARN’S MANSION》
“Never met a more stubborn girl than her in my entire life”. Prince sighed throwing himself on the bed. He had actually followed her with his car secretly even when she refused riding with him.
“She got angry for no reason. She’s just so unpredictable”. Prince scoffed and that was when Tristan barged into his room.
“Your parents want you downstairs”. Tristan said coldly before walking out leaving the door open.
“Like they’re not your parents also”. Prince glared before getting up and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.
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“We called for this family meeting cause we actually don’t like what’s going on between you two. Each time we’re down for dinner it’s either only one of you two appear or none of you appear at all. I don’t remember the last time we ate as a complete family in this house!”. Mr Valdine stated and the guys who sat facing each other just stared quietly a blank expression written on their faces.
“I h@të it when you two don’t talk. What’s actually the problem…
“Nothing”. The guys chorused at once interrupting their mother.
“You both say that trash all the time but never choose to change!!”. Mr Valdine fired in rage and like that he snatched a tea pot from the young maid that was serving them tea and smashed the whole glass teapot on the tiled floor injuring the maid in the process.
“Ouch!”. The maid whinced out as she fell to the floor nurturing her wonded legs caused by the pieces of glass and unexpectedly Tristan rushed to her, checking her leg.
“Does it hurt too much?”. Tristan asked worriedly and that was when the maid looked up to face him, then both His and Prince’s eyes widened at the same time.
“Eva?”. The both boys called out…
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《TBC》
