The Boy Next Door (UNCONTINUED)

Chapter 21

Anna’s POV;

I woke up by Zayn moaning because the alarm was going of. It was only 7am and today was the day of Zayn’s big Xfactor audition. ‘Zayn, you gotta wake up.’ I said to him and he just moaned. He was like on the hardest people to wake up early. ‘Zayn, seriously!’ I said a little louder this time and he turned towards me and opened his eyes. He then stood up and walked into the bathroom and started a shower for himself. About half an hour later Zayn came out of the bathroom in his boxers as I was still laying in bed. I just looked at him. When did he get so, so muscular? Did he work out? I had never noticed it before and obviously you can’t get those muscles overnight and so I was contemplating why I was noticing it now. Lately things had been changing between us and I wasn’t sure which direction it was going just yet. ‘What do you think about this?’ Zayn asked turning to me while I was thinking. ‘Huh? What? Sorry?’ I said getting red afraid he’d notice my checking him out. ‘Do you like this?’ he asked again pointing at his outfit. He had on this dark pair of jeans, converse shoes, a brown shirt with a print on it and a black jacket. ‘Yeah, looks good’ I answerred, trying to weaken what was going on in my mind. He looked damn fine! ‘You sure?’ he asked being insecure and I nodded. ‘I’m sure, you look great!’ I said getting out of bed and also getting dressed. As I was getting dressed and doing my hair Zayn sat on the bed, looking down at his feet, frolicking with his hands. He was nervous. ‘No need to be so nervous, you’ll do fine, just do what you always do.’ I said to him as I walked out of the bathroom and he gave me a weak smile. I’d never seen him this nervous, he even looked a bit insecure. During breakfast and the ride over to the arena Zayn barely said a word. As we arrived at the arena his eyes widened and he swollowed. ‘Damn…’ he said quietly and I put my hand on his knee and he put his hand over mine. ‘I’m here.’ I said to him and he gave me a weak smile again. Zayn’s mom, Zayn & I got out of the car and his dad went on trying to find a parking spot. We registered Zayn and by the time we got his number his dad was already waiting on us at the end of the line. We went inside and all looked around, amazed. Everywhere there were people talking, singing, dancing, playing instruments, it was very loud. There were TVs all around the place so you could watch what was going on in the audition room. After a few hours of nervous waiting Zayn’s set was finally called up backstage. 165610, 165611, 165612, ….., 165616. ‘That’s you Zayn!’ I said pointing at his number sticker on his chest and he went white. ‘Come on!’ I said grabbing his hand and walking over to the lady with the clipboard calling out the numbers. ‘Only 1 person as extra can come with him.’ We all looked at eachother and Zayn’s parents nodded at me telling me I should go with him. Zayn squized my hand as we walked to the side of the stage. ‘I don’t know Anna..’ he started looking down, incredibly nervous. I grabbed both his hands, bowed down a bit to try and look him in the eyes and he gave a weak smile. ‘You’ll be fine, just sing like you do with me, imagine you’re singing to me and not those judges. It’ll be fine, you’ll do great, I’m sure of it.’ ‘165 616, Zayn Malik, you’re up.’ The lady with the clipboard said and Zayn walked over to the stairs on the side of the stage and he got handed a microphone. I walked after him, giving him a last gesture he needed to calm down and he walked on stage.