Hailey’s POV
I finished work earlier today because I started earlier. I decided to just go home and relax, these past few days were pretty hectic and I never really had to time sit back and just watch TV or something. I got home at around 3 o’clock, I dropped everything at the door and went straight upstairs to the bathroom to have a long bath. I was about to fall asleep in the hot bubbly water when the doorbell rang. “MUM! Can you get the door, I can’t?” it was when there was no answer I realized that I was the only one at home. My mum probably went out for lunch with her friends or something. The doorbell rang again forcing me to get out of the bath. “Ugh! I’m coming!” I jumped out and quickly threw the towel around me; no time to dress. I ran downstairs and opened the door, but tried hiding my body behind the door. “Hi- uh Zayn?” What the hell was he doing at my door? I opened the door wider, revealing my body; forgetting that I was only in a towel. “Uh…” he looked at me from head to toe, causing me to hide behind the door again. The second he came a bit closer to me I smelt the strong smell of alcohol. Was he drunk? I stared at him waiting for him to finish off his sentence, “I found this in my pocket, is it yours?” he slurred his words as he took a necklace out of his pocket, almost losing balancing causing him to stumble over. I helped him up quickly, unsure of what to say to him, he leaned against the door frame so he could keep his balance this time.
“Thanks.” I grabbed the necklace from his hand, carefully making sure to keep my body concealed behind the door. I could see Zayn was trying to peek. I frowned at him, a smile playing on his face as he once again stumbled backwards. I grabbed onto his forearm, pulling him inside. “Zayn, are you drunk?” he nodded playfully as he entered my home. His eyes scanning his environment. I adjusted my towel which had now became loose after grabbing onto Zayn. “Sit.” I firmly said pulling him by his arm to the couch. “Don’t move, I’m coming back.” I ran upstairs holding my towel against myself, I grabbed anything I found in my room and put it on.
“Zayn I-” before I could finish my sentence I found Zayn passed out on the couch. I walked over to the couch where he was laying. His long black hair messily flopped onto his forehead- he looked so innocent. I leaned in closer to him, his lips parted as he breathed in and out softly. “What’s the deal with you, Zayn?” I whispered, careful not to wake him. I took a seat down on the couch opposite him and turned on the TV, making sure that the volume was quiet. After an hour of watching, I became so tired that I couldn’t bare to keep my eyes open for another second.
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“Honey, are you home? Sorry I’m late!” the noise of my mum coming home woke me up and the first place I looked at was the couch where Zayn was sleeping. But there was no Zayn. This was one of those times where I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or if it really happened. I looked around for a note or something to signal that he had left… Nothing. Maybe I was really dreaming?
I greeted my Mum as she entered the living room, then went to the door to grab my stuff that I left there, to take them to my room. I walked upstairs and into my room. I put all my stuff down behind my door and turned to find Zayn sleeping on my bed, causing my heart to skip a beat from how startled I was. Why was he in my room, on my bed? Literally making himself at home. “Zayn” I whispered while tapping his arm attempting to wake him up. “Zayn… Zayn wake up.” His eyes flicked open slowly as he gently sat himself up. “What the fuck? Where am I?” complete confusion set on his face. “Zayn, you came to my house completely drunk, fell asleep on my couch when I let you in, then you somehow ended up in my room on my bed…” he looked at me squinting his eyes tilting his head to the side, “what do you mean I somehow ended up in your room?” I sat on the edge of the bed turning to face him, “I fell asleep on the couch as well, then when I woke up you weren’t there.” He put his head into his hands, probably trying to remember what happened. He got up and fixed his jacket and went for the door. “Well I just made a complete idiot of myself, I’m just going to leave now. Sorry about that.” His face was red; it looked like he was embarrassed. He walked out of my room, down the stairs and out the door, I followed right behind; thank fully my mum was in a different room and didn’t see that a guy was coming out of my room. I closed the front door behind me and sat next to Zayn on the steps at my front door. He took out a cigarette and lit it, looking straight ahead, “you think I’m an idiot, don’t you?”
