• second part of Sweetener •
Jailen had did it.
She managed to get away, start over and forget about the things she went through. Her mom, her dad, her ex - if that's what you could consider him - they were all a thing of the past.
The only remind...
this is part one of something special! i think this may have been a bit overdue but it'll be fun! :) below is how i picture Zayn's "mancave", the couches are very VERY important! enjoy!
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| Jailen |
Leave it up to Zayn to be extra.
Actually, no. This was more than extra. This was superabundantly ridiculous.
The room itself was about the same size as a regular room, but the high walls and ceilings made it seem huge. Harry, Niall, and Zayn walked around me as I stood frozen in the middle of the floor, close to the door as if I needed some sort of escape route. They made themselves comfortable, Niall making his way over to the stereo and connecting his phone, while Harry flicked on more lights, obviously having been in this room multiple times before. But I couldn't get comfortable just yet, I wasn't done looking around.
I raised my eyes, taking in the accents along the borders of the walls and the chandelier that was hung perfectly in the middle of the room. The light was on but it was dim, and whatever style of wood he had as the walls did nothing to lighten the space. There were a few light fixtures as well, but they might as well not have even been here.
Straight ahead of me was a bar. It's the first thing one would see when they walk into the room, I wasn't sure how I missed it.
I couldn't name half of the bottles of alcohol that littered the shelves behind the bar, even if I squinted hard enough. The only thing I'd see would be my reflection in the mirror behind the bottles. The red bar stools complimented the area and it didn't take me long to realize that it was the only pop of color in the whole room, other than the carpet.
It looked expensive. I tilted my head to the side, studying the carpet. It looked comfortable. On top of it, two couches faced each other, separated by a small ottoman that was just big enough to hold Zayn's rolling tray.
But before I could stop myself, I slipped out of my heels and made my way over to the carpet, leaving them by the door. Sure enough, the carpet was just as comfortable as it looked and I let out a groan of relief feeling how soft it was underneath me. I hadn't noticed how much my feet were hurting until now.
"You like?" Zayn's voice sounded beside me as he joined me in the middle of the room. His cologne smacked me as he leaned down to grab his rolling tray, his hand briefly brushing the small of my back before he made his way over to the bar.
"A bit extra, no?" I teased, trying my best to mask the goosebumps that slowly scattered my skin.
He smiled, shaking his head as he took a seat on one of the barstools, "Never. I was actually thinking of expanding the room."
"I can't tell if you're serious or not," I huffed as Harry crossed the room and took a seat on one of the couches. I couldn't help but look down at him, my face heating up as I watched him slowly drag his eyes up my body until they landed on my face. He gave me a lopsided smirk, a glint in his eye that had me shivering as he raised a bottle to his lips at the same time Niall spoke, which quickly pulled my attention away from Harry.
