It was finally 7:50. Time to leave.
He had texted me his house number earlier but I couldn't seem to find it in my messages. Shit.
"Heyy! I accidentally lost your house number on my phone, so can you tell me what it is again? So sorry." I pressed send and waited.
""Of course! It's 718, on the third floor. Can't wait to see you. Xx"
He can't wait to see me? We've only met twice, and the first time I tackled him for his car keys. Maybe he does like me.. Pshh I doubt it.
I walked out of my apartment, making sure to lock the door, then went up the stairs to the third floor and started to search for apartment 718. There it is.
I knocked on the door gently, and stood there patiently. No one answered for 5 minutes. I read the number on the door again to make sure it was 718, and sure enough it was. I knocked again with more force.
The door swung open, and there stood Zayn, with only jeans on.
I started to blush furiously at the sight of his golden six pack and many tattoos. He is just so perfect. Much better then Jerome, that's for sure.
"Hello there! Sorry, I was in the midst of getting ready, us boys never do anything on time. Everyone else will get here in like, 30 minutes. Come on in." he warmly invited.
I stepped into the house and immediately fell in love with his decor. Everything was so neat and clean, and it looked so modern.
"Ohmygod, I absolutely love your decor! It looks brilliant." I gushed.
"Hahaha, why thank you, that's very sweet considering I've only lived here for three days." his chuckle was deep, yet there was a slight smoothness to it.
"Well it looks pretty damn amazing."
"Thanks again. You look pretty damn amazing too." he complimented, looking me over.
"Th-thanks." I stuttered, not knowing how to respond to such a straightforward comment.
"No need to thank me for telling the truth." he replied, giving me a wink.
I giggled. He looked pretty damn amazing in those jeans, I must say so myself.
"Why don't you sit here while I get some snacks?" he said, motioning to a plush black leather sofa that was very similar to mine.
"That's ok, let me help you get the snacks."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course! I owe you for taking my parking space back."
He laughed heartily, and pulled my hand to the kitchen. I was surprised at how warm his touch was, and gave him a little squeeze absentmindedly.
He flashed me his perfect smile, and returned the squeeze.
"Why don't you help me make the hot cocoa? You really do make a mean cup of hot cocoa." he offered.
"Of course! Haha I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said, giving him a warm smile.
We both reached for the hot cocoa packet, and our hands touched again. I looked up at him, and his beautiful eyes sparkled at me.
"You have such pretty hands." he whispered into my ear.
"Th-thanks." I shivered at his hot breath traveling down my neck.
I quickly resumed to what I was doing, ripping open the packet and pouring it into the mug. Zayn looked a little disappointed at my actions, but eventually started to help me.
