MaLuke

Chapter 4

My tired eyes slithered open open in annoyance. My door didn't have a peek hole so I could see my visitors before opening it. What if somebody tried to kidnap me or something. I cussed under my breath as I strode over to the door and started unlocking the multiple locks on the door. You can never be too careful.

My eyes widened as I starred at a very amused looking Zayn. He stood outside in a navy blue turtleneck sweater and black jeans. He had a green man-scarf around his neck, a chain, and a pair of aviators on his eyes. He looked exactly as if had just stepped of a photo shoot or runway. Maybe he did, this was London for crying out loud.

I immediately felt under-dressed standing in a sleeveless shirt and shorts. Let alone I was barefoot. At least I had gotten a pedicure last week. The black polish was fading.

Heck. This is my own house. Why am I thinking like this?

"What in the name of heaven and earth are you doing here?" I questioned. I was debating in my mind whether to close the door and pretend or let him in.

"I didn't see you in the afternoon after school so I decided to pay you a visit." He ran a hand through his wet hair making it spiky in a really hot way.

I just noticed that only his hair was wet. He wasn't carrying an umbrella or a raincoat. Fishy.

"Wait, how'd you know where I live?" I asked in accusation. He held up his hands in defence.

"Why don't you guess?" He said as he glanced behind his back. I guess he felt uncomfortable standing outside my door like this. I rolled my eyes and let him in.

His eyes widened at the sight of my apartment. It was a lot to take in, especially since most of the furniture were either made from glass or black marble. The tiled floors were run over with peach colored carpets that met up with the sky blue walls. The widows and doors were pearly white, and long, silver curtains hung over the windows keeping the apartment private.

"Wow." Zayn spun around to face me as I closed the door.I reached up to my neck and pretended to scratch it. More out of embarrassment than an itch. He looked to me for an explanation, I just shrugged and walked over to the television set to turn it off.

"Back to the question." I suggested, backtracking to our conversation.

"I live on the floor below you." He laughed. His laugh was like music to ones ears. Nobody could resist it. But I wasn't going to add to his ego. The fact that he lived on the floor below explains why he wasn't wet. I was still unsure whether this was a good thing.

"Well, I...." I didn't know how to finish the sentence. I took a seat on one of the high stools beside the kitchen bench. He took a seat on my grey sofa. Distance. All the better. At least he knew not to push me around.

"I was in a rush to get here and I didn't cook." He spoke up. "Do you want to go snag something to eat?"

I pretended to think about it. My stomach thought otherwise. The bowl of noodles did little to satisfy my hunger. "Sounds good, give me 10." I stood up and strode out of the living room and into my bedroom.

My heart was zooming like a racecar. Just the thought of the godly looking guy in my living room, sent fields of butterflies in flight. Impressive huh?

My shower was a record of two minutes and forty-five seconds. I decided to dress casually. Avoiding to put anything that would give him any ideas. I splashed some cologne on and stuck my wallet in my jeans before walking out.

"You look nice." Zayn commented. I smiled. Luckily my skin tone didn't allow me to blush, so I didn't. Thank God. If he managed to look even more handsome, he did. I skidded to my shoes wardrobe and pulled out my black sneakers. Very casual.