Perrie Sent Me

Oh, Hey Zayn & Boris....I'm not a Stalker!

Guess who's that on the side? 

Here I was. Right in front of Zayn Malik’s house. I was facing his front door and my legs were shaking because of it. I had tried to prolong it by walking slowly to where Perrie indicated his apartment was. But no matter how slowly I walked, I got there. I sighed, realizing I was more nervous than I had ever been in my entire life.

And how could I not be nervous?!

I cursed more than I had in my entire life for agreeing to do this, I actually sounded like a truck driver. But then, I realized something else. There was no other way out of it than by doing it. I hesitated to open the door.  

What if he really was in here? I mean, I was an unknown, a stranger, an intruder getting into his house. And I would come out with stuff inside my arms, probably looking like a thief. And people around would stare oddly at me. But the person whose reaction worried me the most was Zayn.

Would he call the police?

Would he punch me and knock me out?

Would he recognize me from the café and fear for his life?

Would he just stare at me perplexed?

It was totally not going to be the last one. Maybe a mix of the first two. And the third one was obviously going to happen.

I finally gave in, realizing all I could do was get it done. There was really no other way. And besides, Perrie said he was not going to be home until late at night, and it was still morning –one of the perks of waking up so early. That gave me some peace of mind. I could pick up her stuff relaxed, with no pressures. Of course besides the fact that I am in a world known, pop star’s house without him knowing and all that. But those are just technicalities.

I slowly got the key into the lock. I turned it around and it clicked. I grabbed the handle and turned it around. After those three easy steps, there was the door, open in front of me. All I had to do now was get inside. I looked around, realizing no one was staring at me. Maybe I was just being paranoid but I had really thought they were staring. That is the criminal mind; you think everyone is staring at you while you commit the crime. The next thing I know I will be in Criminal Minds.

The only people that were outside were minding their own business, talking through phones or having a coffee. That is what normal people do.

People like me?

Well, we break into our friends’ boyfriends’ homes and get back their stuff for them with the risk of going to jail and get our boobs touched by lesbians. I nodded, getting all thoughts of doubt out of my head because they were not helping at all. I opened the door, which thank God, since this is not a scary movie, did not screech and walked inside.

Wow.

That is all I can think of. Yes, it was a bit messy because there was a nineteen year old lad living in here, but wow. This place was incredible. I took my time to take in the place, to admire its beauty and simplicity. Have you heard the expression less is more? Zayn Malik definitively had. I had always known he was shy but lost in his own world and this was the proof. His walls had a funky, cool style to them with some graffiti he had painted on them and his furniture was very futuristic and uncommon. It was a cool place ot live in.

I gently closed the door behind me. I took a few steps forward, completely lost in the beauty of the place until I heard something I wished I had not. No, it was not a person. Right now, I would have preferred to have Zayn finding me than this.

It was a bark.

A bark means a dog. A dog means a bite. A bite means lots of pain. Pain means oops for me. Oops for me means trouble for me. To make it simple, in this equation, the one that loses is me.