Zain POV
The second she steps in, I die. I forget how to breathe, try to laugh and f*****g fail, and it just sounds like I’m grunting, trying to fight for air.
Liam is dying beside me as well, in equal measure.
“Hey! Stop laughing,” she snaps, but I can’t.
“I can’t breathe,” I wheeze, turning my head away from her. “What the f**k are you wearing?”
“Do you like it?” She twirls, and I die even more.
“Lord, cover every fashion designer’s eyes and pray they don’t see that disaster,” I manage to choke out, still wheezing while Liam is practically blue beside me.
“So... you don’t like it?” she says innocently, spinning again, and I genuinely think my lungs are going to give out.
“Stop!” I yell. “Where the f**k did you get that?”
She’s standing there proudly wearing what looks like a pla
