ZAYN—

I swallowed hard, my eyes rolling as I tried to quench the urge to sound harsh to him and tell him openly how he offended me.

"Nothing, Blake. I don't feel like going," I said, my gaze still on the kids.

Blake sighed with frustration. "I think you're confused, Zayn. You don't know exactly what you want, and anyone helping you is just wasting their time on you. Do you know what it takes to organize a party? Making everyone leave their daily activities to join this party, which was organized solely because of you."

"I'm not interested in any damn party, man! Call it off. What's the big...