You're a Mystery // zm

Chapter 3

You know those mornings when you wake up really peacefully? Slowly and its lovely, you can hear the birds chipring and it makes you love mornings. Yeah, today wasnt one of those mornings. I woke up to multiple thumps on the door making me groan. I threw my covers off of me, jumping out and slipping my slippers on. I ran my hands through my hair and continued down the hall quickly.

"Coming!" I yelled running towards the door as the knocking continued. I undid the latch and unlocked it, pulling the heavy door open. A mischevious smile met me as he leaned on the door way.

"What?" I spat.

"Not a huge morning person I see." Zayn said chuckling.

"What do you want?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"I wanted to appologize." He said queitly, his face shifting.

"For?" I asked raising one eyebrow. His dark eyes met mine and he sighed tilting his head.

"For coming onto you like that, our first kiss should be way better." He said smirking making me roll my eyes yet again.

"Are you going to invite me in?" He asked, an evil grin staying plastered on his face. I stepped aside and he walked past me , cologne rushing around me making me want to fall into him. I closed the door behind us and he proceeded down the hall with me following. He starred at the tall windows that were full of photos an paintings.

"Nice place, daddy buy it for you?" He asked as we walked into the kitchen.

"yeah." I said heading over to the stove. "Tea?" I asked looking back over at him. He nodded and continued to inspect his surrondings. I brought the kettle to the sink and filled it with water before placing it on the stove and turning the stove on high. I brought out two mugs and placed two tea packages in the mugs. You know that feeling when you can feel people's eyes burning into your back, I had that. I looked over my shoulder noticing Zayn's gaze falling on my bottom and legs. I looked down, my eyes widening, I forgot that I was just in a tank top and boxers. I turned around, his eyes staying on my legs, and walked out of the kitchen heading down the hall.

"Where are you going?" He called after me.

"To change." I called back.

"Can I join?" he asked, the smile audible on his lips. I shut the door behind me loudly answering his question. I walked into my closet and stripped down, replacing my bare body with leggings and a hoodie then walked over to the mirror. I pulled my hair into a side braid and applied some make up, taking my time so I wouldnt have to embarassingly face him again.

Once I finished up I walked back down the hall into the kitchen where he was now sitting at the table with his tea infront of him, mine across from him. I sat down in the empty seat and brushed little hairs out of my face.  I avoided eye contact with him but I could feel his eyes pulsing on me.

"Thanks." I said quietly taking a sip of the hot tea. My eyes slowly traveled to his, his dark eyes fixed on me. His eyebrows were furrowed down slightly and his jaw line stuck out as the natural light poured on him. He winked at me and took a sip out of his tea, I could feel my cheeks warming up.

"So." I said clearing my throat. "How do you know my aunt?" I asked stirring some sugar in the cup. He set his down and leaned back into the chair slightly, inspecting me as he licked the corner of his lips.

"She works for us." He said quietly.

"Us?" I asked. My aunt never mentioned anyone she worked with really but everyone she did mention it was a solo artist. She worked at a label company so he must be an artist, but he must be in a group?