The Boy Next Door (UNCONTINUED)

Chapter 16

Anna’s POV;

The past week Zayn had been sick and we barely saw eachother. I did go to see him daily but he was feeling so bad and slept almost whole day that I didn’t go there for long, usually just to check up on him. Sam and I had been hanging out all week and he also thought Zayn acted really weird at the party but neither of us could figure out why. Tomorrow we would go to London to look for our apartment and Zayn’s Xfactor audition, at least, I hoped we would. Zayn had been feeling a lot better yesterday afternoon when I visited him but he wasn’t there quite yet. It was late sunday afternoon and his audition would be thursday morning so he did have a few extra days to come to it and perform like his usual self. I was in our bungalow in the backyard just recording some tunes. This past week I had been having quite some time to write songs and this was about the 3rd I was recording the music for, the only thing left was vocals which Zayn always did. As I was editing some of the music I thought I heard a knock on the door. ‘Anna? Anna? Can I come in?’ ‘Sure!’ I answerred and in walked Zayn. ‘Why’d you knock? You know you can just walk in.’ ‘Well, I thought you were recording so I didn’t want to disturb you.’ ‘Ok… How are ya feeling today?’ ‘Lots better, London plans can go on as normal.’ And he smiled and sat down next to me on the bench in front of our iMac which we used for recording. ‘Well, show me, what are ya working on, I’m curious, it sounded really good.’ He said while giving me an elbow. I let him hear the finished songs and the lyrics I had with them and he seemed to really like it. He grabbed a guitar and sat down on the couch and started playing it. ‘So dad apparently found this really cool loft in center London close to school..’ I said to Zayn while walking towards him and sitting down next to him. ‘Cool’ he said and kept on playing the guitar. He usually wasn’t this quiet when I mentioned London and going to live there. I just knew something was going on with him but I really couldn’t figure out what. ‘Are you sure you are ok Zayn?’ I asked him while looking right at him but he kept on staring down at the guitar, it seemed like he was afraid to look at me. ‘Yeah Anna, don’t worry, just thinking about some stuff.’ He answerred and I raised an eyebrow. As I wanted to ask some more my dad called me for diner. ‘I’ll see ya tomorrow’ Zayn said and I knodded and walked out the door. What the hell was going on with him? Or should I say us?