Check Yes Juliet (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

I have been in London for a week and was finally settling in. And El was right, most of the time I was alone in this house. Zayn was rarely around and the only time I know he’s home was when he slammed his bedroom door shut. That usually happens at 2 in the morning and he would be gone by the time I wake up.

I sat up from bed, stretching my hands out and groaning from tiredness at the same time. I wasn’t a morning person but it was the first day of uni today and I didn’t want to be late. After washing up and dressing for school, I headed to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast.

Time check: 7AM

Class starts in an hour and campus was a 10 minute walk from here. Therefore, there wasn’t need for me to rush.

I was pouring the milk to my cereal when I heard the pitter-patter of footsteps around the house.

Crap, Zayn was here. In the house. In daylight. I took a few deep breaths, feeling nervous to face him. This would be my first time talking to him without the others around to ‘protect’ me. 

He was shirtless and only in his boxers when he appeared in the kitchen. I had a good look at his toned tattooed body, mentally taking photos of him in my head. 

“Morning.” I managed to speak, my eyes still lingering on his body.

“Oh you’re here.” He grumbled, without even looking up at me. He took a mug out from the cabinet, and made himself a cup of coffee.

“Want anything to eat?” I questioned nicely.

He ignored me, picking up his coffee and headed back up to his room.

Have I told you that he was an asshole? Yup because he still is.

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Another week passed and I never saw Zayn again.

Well, I spoke soon.

It was late at night and I was sitting down on the living room floor. Books were sprawled all over the couch as I typed down my essay on my laptop. I know, only a week in school and I already have an essay to submit.

I didn’t notice how late it was until I heard the main door unlock.

“Shit!” I cursed, stacking up my books as quickly as possible.

I know that this was my home now too and I could mess up the place as I pleased, but Zayn was still the owner of the house and I respected that.

I heard footsteps at the foyer and the tapping of shoes. Let me be precise, I heard the tapping of HEELS.

Great, he had company tonight. 

I tried to keep as quiet as possible, hoping he won’t notice that I’m not in my room but my phone decided to betray me.

Who the fuck is me calling me this late at night?!

“Hello.” I whispered, still wishing Zayn hadn’t heard me. I don’t know why but I was scared shitless of that man.

“Mum! It’s 2AM here. I’m sleeping.” I replied to my mother who profusely apologized to me.

“I’ll call you tomorrow ok? I love you.” I hung up the phone and began packing the rest of my stuff quietly.

“You’re an amazing actress.” I jumped to the sound of his voice. I turned around, only to see him wrapped in a blonde girl’s arm.

“What?” I stared at him curiously, wondering what he meant.

“Lying to your mum?”

“Oh. I didn’t want her to worry, me being up late and all.” I lied, looking away. That girl he’s with was practically naked. Her breasts were spilling out her short tight dress and let me tell you, it wasn’t a pleasant sight.