Provide my love (Zendaya/You)

~Chapter Twenty Five~

Hey, y'all before you guys read this chapter, I wanted to tell you guys and gals-that I appreciate the love you've shown this slow burner of a book. I started this story just for fun, nothing less. Again I love y'all for sticking with me and making me feel good about my writing.

Sincerely, Breezy 😈

~⭐️ ~ ⭐️~

Zendaya POV
A few weeks later

It's been fourteen day to be exact since I tested for covid and it was negative. Still I had to sit in the hotel for two weeks, unable to see all my friends. Also, during my time away from filming, Y/N and I continued to get to know one another; the feelings were definitely stronger than before.

A knock on the hotel door, jolting me forward from my spot. Groaning loudly as I got up from the bed and see who's at the door.

"Who is it?" I yelled to unknown person on the side.

A chuckle followed by a male voice, "did you room service?"

I puzzled, looking through the peephole to get a good look at the person but, blackness was met.

Now, I was even more confused, as I begun opening the door; to see the person slowly turning  around. The figure finally revealed to be Y/N, standing there with a small grin loosely on his face as he stares directly at me.

"Hey, Zen, mind if I come inside?" His voiced rasps out, which made me whimper in my spot.

I shook my head to rid the lustful thoughts, allowing the shorter man to enter. He thanked me, giving me a hug; which I recuperated back. It felt nice and he also smelled really good. He releases from the hug and began looking around the room before staring at me. His smile caught me off guard, it was charming. I smiled back, leaving to go sit down on the couch; he followed suit sitting beside me. It was silent for a while, until I decided to break it.

"What's with the surprise visit, Y/N/N?" I asked the singer genuinely, he rose his head, letting me see his hazel irises.

A sigh left his lips as he started talking, "Can't I surprise a friend?" He states, his eyes glowing playfully as he looked at me.

"That depends. Who might this friend be?" I jokingly asks the singer, matching his energy.

He avoided my gaze, making me frown and wonder what was going through his mind. I spent the next minute just watching the singer movements, the way his eyes looked at me; was almost like he was telling me something through them. The silence once again took over in the fairly large hotel room, neither of us looking at the other.

He was about to speak until the chimes of a ringtone interrupted him. We both looked at our phones, mine was dead silent; so it must've been his as I watch him get up from his spot on the couch and take the call. As he walks out of my vision, I couldn't help but freak out internally. Like this had to be a dream, no way Y/N would come see me and especially when I look terrible. It's all too much for me to gasp ahold of, so much that my head begun to pound from the overthinking I was doing.

Without tripping over my feet, I managed to get up from the couch and quickly run into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and locked it. Then, I went over toward the sink and turned on the water; splashing the clear substance onto my face. It helped a little, still feeling like the room was spinning uncontrollably. Turning off the sink, and drying my hands onto the towel beside the vanity; having felt relieved enough to leave the bathroom. Just as I unlocked the door, everything around me went black.