The next day…
“Yo, earth to Riley, I’m talking to you for goodness sakes.” Milly said, trying to get my attention.
Ever since I’d been with Zayn, whenever I wasn’t with him, my thoughts seemed to wander. It was so obvious.
“Oh yeah, right. Um, would you mind being the best best friend in the world and repeat yourself?” I asked sweetly with a grin on my face.
“You’re lucky I’ve known you half your life.”
“I’m grateful that I’ve known YOU half my life.” I said back.
“Alright, so anyway, as I was saying, my mom says that when we get to college, instead of living in those dorms, that she’ll let me rent out an apartment. So you know, I was thinking, that we could be roommates! Can’t you imagine how great that’d be? Instead of going to those lame frat parties, we could totally host our own house party! So how about it?”
I’m not going to lie, that sounded so great to me.
“Oh God, Mills, that’d be so amazing! Yes! I just have to tell my dad, but yeah! I can already think of all the shit we’re going to get into.” I replied with great enthusiasm.
Own house meant more privacy. More privacy meant more Zayn, assuming that we’d still be together then. But I had no doubt that we would be.
Through all my excitement, I almost couldn’t feel my phone vibrate.
‘Hey Riles, date night after work? Xox ‘
It was a text from Zayn. I couldn’t help but smile.
I texted back instantly –
‘What do you have planned? x’
I received a text back almost as soon as I’d pressed “send.”
‘Nothing, let’s be spontaneous. ;)’
Ok, at this point I was grinning like an idiot.
‘Then, I’d love to. Xo’
‘See you then, beautiful. X’
“Um ok Riley, stop smiling like an idiot.” Mills said jokingly.
“I can’t help it Mills, Zayn is just too perfect.” I told her straight up.
“I’m just joking, goodness. You should know that I’m very happy for you, I’m sure Zayn treats you well.”
“You don’t even know.” I said, smiling at the ground.
“Ew Riles. I don’t even want to know.” She said while looking at me with a playful facial expression.
“Oh shut up, Mills.”
“Speaking of cheeky, have you guys, you know.” She winked at me.
“No, Milly, we haven’t. And I’m ok with that. I don’t want to rush things.”
Milly let out a loud laugh, “You don’t want to rush things? Oh, Riley, you kissed him after a week, on your first date, before you guys were a couple.”
“Hey! That’s different. Yeah, it’s completely different. Don’t be silly, Mills.” I said, in a bit of a serious tone.
“Ok, ok, geez. No need to get angry about it.” Milly laughed.
“Sorry, but you make me sound like a slut, which I am not!” I told her.
“Come on, Riley. You? A slut? Everyone on Earth know that you’re not.”
“Ok, and now you make me sound like some lonely loser.” I looked at her raising my eyebrows.
“Which you’re not! I mean come on, you’re dating and kissing and sleeping with, literally sleeping with, the oh so sexy Zayn Malik. Obviously you have something going on for you.” She said as she got up and headed toward the living room.
I blushed, “Where are you going?”
“I need to get home, my mom’s waiting with dinner.”
“Oh, right, sometimes I forget that you don’t live here.” I joked.
“And besides, Zayn should be home soon, and I hate being a cock-block.” She winked at me as she gathered her keys and wallet.
“Go home.” I told her teasingly as I opened my front door.
“Love you, too.” She said as she walked out of my house.
I laughed and closed the door.
I checked my phone for the time, 5:30. Hmm. I had a little more than an hour to get ready. I couldn’t wait until Zayn got home. I’d been missing him all day.
I walked upstairs to my bedroom, thinking about what to wear for the night. I went straight to my closet and just stood there contemplating every article of clothing that I owned. Black dress? Nah, too boring. Pink dress? Too much. T-shirt and jeans? Too simple. Blouse and skirt? Too fancy. After about 20 minutes of debate, I finally decided on wearing my simple black jeans and a nice fitted white button up. It was simple and classy. Perfect for something spontaneous.
I checked my phone again for the time. Crap. It was already 6. I had to hurry.
I rushed to the shower down the hall and took what I felt was the quickest shower I’d taken since I was 5 years old. In no time, I was out and back in my room wearing my bath robe and a towel over my head.
I quickly slipped on my under garments – simple black bra and polka dotted underwear. I wasn’t expecting anything to happen tonight, so why waste the good ones.
I checked my phone again. It was now 6: 18 and I still had to dry my hair and curl it. I thought about what to do as I patted my head one last time with my towel. I tossed my towel on my bed and started the blow dryer. I kept checking my phone, it was 6:25 now and my hair still wasn’t dry. I was pushing time.
I stopped the dryer and decided to put my hair in a loose fish-tail braid. I’m sure that’d do.
I stepped back into the bathroom to put on my make-up and give my teeth a fast rinse. I went back to my room and took a look at myself in the mirror. I was pleased with my appearance, so I went to my closet to pick a pair of shoes. After trying on countless amounts of shoes, I ultimately chose my tan lace-up ankle boots.
I checked my phone, one last time. 6:52. I heard the doorbell. Perfect timing.
I looked at myself once more and headed downstairs with my little cross-body bag and my keys.
I took one breath and opened the door. It was a surprise to see not five boys, but just one standing in my doorway. Just Zayn.
“Where are the –“ he cut me off with a soft kiss.“I’ve missed you, Rile.” He told me as he looked into my eyes.
I giggled, “I missed you too, Zayn. But where are the boys?”
“Oh, don’t worry about them. They had to stay later because they have to re-record a few things.”
“Yeah? And your recordings were just perfect?” I teased.
“Just about as perfect as you.” He smiled.
God. I just could not resist him, his smile, his eyes, his hair and especially his lips.
“Thank you..” I told him before I gave him a little peck.
He grabbed my hand, “Let’s go,” and walked me out the door.
I could already feel the start of my adrenaline rush.
