You babysit for Zayn’s mum on a regular basis. You’ve fancied him for years, he was the only reason you took the job, however he never seems to notice you.
One particular night you’re babysitting, you hear the door open and instantly mute the telly, gripping the remote as weapon when you don’t hear Trisha call out that she’s home.
Slowly you move from the sofa, your heart is racing, your palms sweating, then suddenly Zayn yanks open the living room door.
You:*screams*
Zayn: VAS HAPPENING
You: I thought you were…
He’s smiling at you and you feel yourself blush. He takes the remote from your hand, his fingers brushing your skin as he does.
Zayn:How about we watch some telly?
He sits where you had been and pats the sofa next to him.
