F*ck You (Leighade/Leeade)

2: I'm Sorry

The first week of us practically living together went about avoiding the taller man. His classes were different from mine, thank goodness, and he spends a good deal of his time at work or the gym.

One problem is whoever he had over last night.

When Perrie said the walls are thin, she's not kidding. We've never had neighbors on this floor so we didn't think we would hear anything. I was kept up, staring at my ceiling in utter annoyance as I listened to how vocal the girl was.

The end of the second semester was a few days away and I have an exam in my second class. I've managed to study enough before the walls start making noises again.

Ugh, if the flat wasn't half rent for students, I would've been looking for another place to live.

It's Friday evening and Perrie was out with her girlfriend for their two year anniversary. She's staying the weekend, so I have the place all to myself.

I had recently woken up from a nap after studying. Now, I'm sketching while playing music on my speaker. Drawing has always been a comfort of mine. It relieves any stress I've had before and I simply love doing it.

Just then, I hear a knock on the door and I set my sketchpad down on my bed before getting up. I adjust my glasses on my face then went to answer the door.

"Who is it?" I call out. "It's Lee," I roll my eyes. "Yes, whaddya want?" He goes quiet for a second and just as I'm about to ask again, he speaks. "Am I interrupting something?" The question caught me off guard.

"Uh, kinda," I respond. "Sorry, I just wanted to see if I could borrow some honey? Promise, I'ma give it back." I furrow my eyebrows towards the door and stood on my tiptoes to look out of the peephole.

Lee was standing there, wearing a slightly impatient expression. I guess it wouldn't hurt to share some honey if he's gonna give it back.

"Sure, hold on," I say skeptically, going over to our kitchen for the small yellow bottle. When I found it, I return to the door, unlock then opened it. "Good evening, Jeedy," he smirks. "Stop calling me that," I say in agitation, giving him the honey.

"Thanks," he says and turns to go back to his place. I cock a brow, "Can I ask you somethin'?" He turns back and shrugs, "Sure, I guess."

"Can you and your girlfriend keep it down? Some of us got early morning classes, y'know," I say passive aggressively. He rubs the back of his neck, "That wasn't my girlfriend... it was a... video," he says awkwardly.

It took me by surprise that he told me, but I relate. Only I have headphones.

"These walls might as well be paper," I say and he chuckles in a way that made a small shiver go down my spine.

"I'll keep that in mind. Again, sorry for keeping you and your flat mate up." I eye him weirdly.

"Why are you all nice to me now?" His thick brows bunch in the middle, "What do you mean?"

"You used to pick on me everyday. Now, you're being polite." He looks me up and down then makes a scoffing noise. The brief gaze made me feel a bit exposed despite the fact I'm wearing a hoodie and pajama pants.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Jade. I've matured," he says with a raised brow.

"But you're still a prick," I say and he shakes his head. "Nah, I just like picking with you. You're an easy target, I'm sorry," he chuckles again and I sneer at him. I skim his body with a scowl, but in actuality, I'm checking him out.

He wore a slim fitting dark green tank top with gray shorts and a pair of Nike slides. He works out often so his arms are bigger and more toned. I can also see his abs through the fabric.