Rock Me

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

After the day ended, I walked home with my earphones firmly in, and my music loud enough for me to hear but still say conscious to the world around me.

I unlocked the door, jogging up to my room and changing into my track suit bottoms, vest top and bed socks and then into the kitchen to make some snacks. I really shouldn't of skipped lunch. My stomach felt as if it was an internal earthquake from the amount of sound it was making. It was rather disturbing.

Picking out a packet of crisps I wandered back into my room, plopping down on my bed and scrolling through my phone, playing Temple Run 2 for half an hour then realizing that my birthday was in fact shit this year. To say I was eighteen I wasn't doing much at all.

Mind you, I kinda liked it, I enjoyed my own company yet sometimes I wished someone else was there I accompany me if I randomly started talking to myself which regularly happened now and again unintentionally.

Other teens; party party party have sex have some more sex drink drugs and more partying

Me;food, fizzy pop, temple run, books and movies

The contrast is pretty intriguing to say the least.

I was disturbed from my comparison, just by a simple knock at the door. I was instantly puzzled, and at the same time I was freaked out. What if it was some guy trying to sell me something that my parents actually needed, I mean I wouldn't know and they'd come back like "Why didn't you ask for a leaflet Orla!" Or something. Or what if it was a stalker, he simply followed me home making sure no one came in the hour I've been alone.

Maybe I was over reacting, but I needed to be cautious at the same time. I threw my empty packet in my pin, standing from my bed feeling my vest top ride up my hips a little, but my caring was long gone. I was comfortable, that's all that mattered.

I jogged down the stairs, unlocking the door and hesitantly opening it to be face to face with no sales man, the one and only Zayn. I should of guessed. Well, I should of guessed correctly.

"Zayn?" I furrowed my brows as his eyes explored my attire, I insecurely pulled my top over my tracks hit bottoms so nothing was revealed.

"Hello." He smiled practically pushing past me. "The car wasn't in the drive so I'm gathering your mum and dad aren't back." He stated rather than asking.

"You're correct..erm, why are you here?" I asked gently closing the door.

"Well I figured you'd be bored so I thought I'd be some company for you." Zayn smiled warmly taking off his shoes and putting them by the rack by the entrance. He was making himself at home alright.

"Erm, thanks but-"

"No buts." He placed a hand over my mouth smiling mischievously down at me. "So, you said you were watching movies, right? What have you got?" He was speaking so fast I was beginning to be worried. He seemed to be more tense than usual, a little more hesitant in what he said yet not hesitant enough to allow all his words to escape his lips. I began to speak but his hand still over my mouth made it hard for him to hear. He eventually moved it after giggling at the muffled noises I was making.

"I haven't started yet. I wasn't expecting anyone else, really." I shrugged brushing past him gesturing for him to follow me into the kitchen, he did so, almost as if we were the same person he was walking so close. It sent shivers down my spine, tingles up my skin. In a good way.

"How long are your parents gone for?" Zayn added leaning on the island with his arms crossed as I routed through cupboards in search of some more snacks and then some coke.