Jasper's P.O.V
Around noon I decide to strum on my guitar for a bit. I'm really bored. And I mean it. I'm usually never.
"Well, be careful while we are gone." My dad says. He's trusting me with the house this weekend since he has to go to see our aunt. She has cancer. I wish I could see her but I have to look after the house.
"Bye." I wave as the truck pulls out of the driveway. Even if I'm scared of staying here alone, I know Zayn may be there to protect me.
I have mixed feelings about him. I'm unsure if I want to be his friend. I'm unsure I want to kiss him again.
I wonder if he has a cell phone or something. Then maybe we could text or something. But we don't get to good of cell service out here.
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It's now nighttime and I'm trying to get asleep. But as soon as I doze off something hits my bedroom window. It hits it another time. If it's Zayn how does he know my bedroom is here?
I walk over to my window and open it. No ones there. I close it and move back to my bed.
Then a voice stops me.
"Hey, love." That voice of his in my ear makes me jump.
"Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!" I yell, pushing him away from me.
"That's what I meant to do." He laughs.
"How'd you get in?" I ask.
"Window." He lays on my bed.
"What! How?" I ask, amazed.
"I can teleport, sorta, I guess." He says.
I turn on the light and notice he's in a nice leather jacket and black jeans.
"So what do you want?" I ask, sort of annoyed. He woke me up for gods sake!
"I wanted to talk to you about the kiss." He looks in my eyes
"About the kiss?" I ask.
He nods. "Why'd you kiss me?" He asks, impatiently. I stay silent trying to bring up an answer. But there are so many answers to this question.
"I just felt like it. I noticed you needed some sort of love," I look at him, telling the truth.
"Thank you." He says, pulling me into a hug. "Do you have a phone?"
"Uh, yeah. It doesn't work much out here but it dies get texts and stuff." I say pulling out my phone.
"I have one." He says handing his to me. I put my number in it quickly, while he does the same with mine.
"Want to talk about anything?" I ask him, staring into his somewhat hurt eyes.
"Parents." He sort of asks and tells me.
"What about them?" I slip on my sweatshirt, it's now really cold in here.
"They kicked me out. But I found a place. I'm living with a friend. The last thing my mother said was that she wished she never had a child." Zayn says, nearly tearing up. I hug him and kiss his cheek.
"I'm sorry Zayn." I pull back. "Just know you can tell me any problem at anytime at all."
"Thanks, Jasper." Zayn begins to walk back to the window.
"Zayn, stay here with me, please?" I pout and stare into his now black eyes. Does that mean love? Or something good?
"Sure." He says, flipping out the light, then laying on the other side of my bed.
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