Reality [zayn a.u.]

4.

"Bristol, that guy you told us about is here." Brielle yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

I groaned and turned over in bed. I forgot that I even invited him to Calabasas. I ran a hand threw my hair and checked the time to see that it was after eleven. I sat up in bed and went to my overnight bag and pulled out an Adidas t-shirt before jogging downstairs to see Zayn talking to Brielle.

"Hey, guys." I greeted.

Zayn looked up at me immediately and smiled. Brielle turned my direction and winked before she walked over to her living room. She walked back to Zayn and I before I had a chance to say anything to him.

"I'm going to a shoot. We're supposed to have dinner at the house tonight." Brielle explained.

I nodded, "Are they filming any today?"

Brielle shrugged, "I think they are focusing on my shoot and dinner tonight... I'm not sure if they are going to film your lunch with the girls."

I hugged Brielle briefly before she walked out of her house. I heard her car back out of her driveway and then I turned my attention back to Zayn.

"Hi." I smiled.

"Hey." He chuckled.

We stared into each other's eyes for a while, but I interrupted or stares with the clearing of my throat.

"Are you up for lunch with my friends in a little bit?" I asked.

We began to walk up the stairs and into the room that I was sleeping in before. Zayn sat on the love seat in my room while I laid across my bed. I knew Zayn had a clear view of my underwear, but I could really care less.

"I don't bite." I said patting the space beside me.

He got up from his spot and laid across the bed with me.

"We have to leave in a little while, but I just want to lay here all day." I chuckled.

I looked over to see that he was looking at me already.

"Who's going to be at the lunch?" Zayn asked.

I shrugged, "Just my friends. You'll like them."

I don't know how he'll react to famous people. I mean, he was pretty chill with Brielle and me, but who knows.

I sat up in bed and ran my hand through my hair before grabbing my phone to check for any messages which I had. Most of them were from my friends to remind me of our lunch since they knew that I was forgetful.

"I'm going to go shower. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen or stay in here. I'll be back." I smiled before turning on my heels and walking into the bathroom.

I took a quick shower and hummed to every song that played on my shower playlist. I stepped out of the shower and rung my wet, blonde hair out before wrapping a towel around myself and walking out into the room where Zayn sat on his phone. Once he noticed me, he smiled at me and put his phone down.

"I'm going to get dressed and then you can come into my sister's room with me while I do my make-up and hair." I explained.

I skipped back into the bathroom and slipped on a light grey crop top, black tights, and a blue military jacket. I slipped on my shoes and then ran out of the bathroom to grab Zayn. I held his hand as I led him to my sister's bathroom where I normally do my hair and make-up. I sat in her make-up chair and began to dry my hair. I curled my hair into beachy waves before turning my attention back to Zayn.