*Zayn's POV*
That is so irritating. Why does he keep bothering me. I blame this on my mom. If she wouldn't have made that tofu spaghetti that night I probably would have ate. Meaning I could have probably skipped breakfast at McDonalds. Leading up to me not being able to meet Niall and him having the task of learning more about me or ruining my life. They both work.
I'm walking home legit freaking out. I have to show him my tattoos. If not he's possibly going to put a rumor around the school. And while most people don't care, I care a hell of a lot about it. I don't want to be the star of the show I rather work the curtains. So basically I don't like being center of attention.
When I got home I went straight upstairs getting out of the hot ass clothes. When I got them off I was so sweaty, my hair was too. So I hopped in the shower. I heard the doorbell ring before I got out. I dried my hair with a towel and grabbed my boxers sliding them on along with my joggers and t-shirt.
I walked to my room drying my hair some more with the towel. It was covering my eyes but I was really trying to get it dry I hate blow-drying it. When I was finished drying it threw it close to my closet and turned around.
I jumped holding my chest which covered my rapid beating heart. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked Niall as he was just sitting on my bed comfortably.
"Oh I followed you home." He said simple.
"Who let you in?" I asked him.
"Your mother." He said looking around my room. "Lovely lady." He said and I left out my room going to her room.
"Mother." I said.
"Yes Zayn." She said.
"Why did you let him in?" I asked her and she smiled.
"I thought you finally made a friend." She said.
"Bullshit. That's why you shouldn't of let him in because I don't make friends." I said.
"Language Zayn." My mother scolded.
"Yes. Language Zayn." Niall said coming in looking at me not approving.
I glared at him. "Run along. He seems like a sweet guy Zayn." My mom said and I glared at her while she shooed us away.
"Thanks ma'am." Niall said and pulled me along with him out of the room.
We were back on my room and he sat on my bed and sighed.
"Dude your tattoos look nice." Niall said.
"Thanks now you can leave. You've seen them." I said and he took off his shoes and say cross cross on my bed.
I groaned. "I'm pretty sure that's not it." Niall said looking at my arms.
"I don't feel comfortable showing you the rest of them." I said and he frowned.
"Aww are you self conscious? Well I'm not gay or anything but you're a nice looking lad." He said and I gave him the smallest smile possible.
"Well still." I said and he nodded.
"How did you find my house again?" I asked.
"Oh I followed you from school." He said and I think that is so fucking creepy.
He looked around my room and I just sighed plopping down on my bed.
"You can go home now." I said.
"You really don't like me or people in general?" He asked.
"Both. Now can you leave. We just got on break and I really didn't plan on seeing anyone from school. So leave." I said and he smiled.
