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Zayn's P.O.V.
It was 2:28 AM when I went back inside. All the lights were off, so I assumed Harry had went to bed. I went into my room and sat down on the bad, in the dark. I heard a noise, which made me turn the light on. I opened the closet and looked inside, because that's where the noise came from. Something jumped out, white and black, and I turned around. "What are you doing in there, Molly?" I asked the furry cat, even though she couldn't reply back. Molly was Harry's cat, always by his side. Now, the reason why she was in my closet... Don't ask me. I picked her up, leaving my room, and entering Harry's. I sat the cat on Harry's bed, right next to him, then I left, walking back to my room. I closed my door so that Molly couldn't get back in.
As I was sitting on my bed, I saw a box inside the closet, slightly on the edge of the shelf, somehow it hadn't fallen. I walked over to the box, taking it off the shelf and opening it. I sat on my bed, scanning through the box.
There was a photo album along with other things inside. I took the photo album from the box, opening it and looking through the pages. It was pictures of Perrie and I. Harry still hadn't seen her yet, but I planned to keep it that way.
When I finally couldn't stand to look at the pictures anymore, I put the photo album and the box back into the closet, closing the door. I laid down, letting sleep takeover.
Harry was slightly shaking me awake. "Zayn, wake up." I opened my eyes slowly, seeing the bright light. "Zayn?"
"Hm?" I questioned, still in my half asleep state.
"You've got a visitor." He smiled.
"I do?" I asked. Last time I had remembered, I didn't have any friends.
"Yes. He's waiting for you on the couch,"Harry told me.
It must be a dog. I told myself. "Okay." I replied. He left out of the room, closing the door behind him. I got ready for the day, and headed to the living room. "Good morning, Harry," I said.
"Good morning, ZAYN!" someone yelled. He came out the kitchen. You're kidding me? I thought.
"Harry!...." I called. Harry came out of the kitchen, a spatula in his hand. "This is worst than a dog." I pout, pointing at the stupid kid from the store.
"It's Louis." Harry said, smiling while laughing.
"I can see that, and I wanted to walk out and see a dog, not him." I gestured to Louis.
"I'm standing right here," Louis said.
"He's annoying, I know. But, on the bright side of things... he's not a roommate." He laughed.
