The Boy Next Door (UNCONTINUED)

Chapter 8

Anna‘s POV;

When Zayn finally finished his breakfast we went over to our bungalow in the back of our shared back yards. I remember when we build this. One time, I think when we turned like 11 or 12, our parents asked us what we wanted for our birthdays and we asked for this bungalow. Our parents got us all the material we needed and we put it together with Zayn’s dad one saturday afternoon. This was our save place, our parents barely came out here, they mostly just called us when we were out here and they needed us. Over the years we had saved a lot of money and turned this into a living room / music studio. We bought a huge couch, curtains, TV, we hung some pictures of our idols and ofcourse we got instruments. On our many stays there I’d play and Zayn would sing or we’d watch a movie together. It was summer and extremely hot so we sat in front of the door on the porch where we’d also bought some chairs for. ‘I’m going to miss this place when we move to London’ Zayn said and I just nodded. ‘Me too, but luckily we’ll still be together’ and I smiled at the thought, I couldn’t imagine going through that change without Zayn being there, we’d always been together through everything and luckily this would be no different. ‘Yeah, I’m really happy with that! Couldn’t imagine doing it with someone else’ and Zayn hugged me. This is why people always thought we were together while we were not, we are just very good friends, we grew up together. ‘Gosh, I can’t wait till we are going to London next week to look for our new place’ Zayn said while walking into the bungalow and grabbing a guitar. ‘And don’t forget your big audition!’ I said to him and he gave me the guitar to play. I started strumming it and Zayn started singing, his voice is absolutely beautifull! You wouldn’t expect that coming from him, you really wouldn’t.