He was here in my house walking to the receiving area waiting for me to assist him. I reluctantly go to the guest room and I grab a towel from the closet and turn back to the living room where zayn was.
"Here," I give the towel to him, "you may want to shower first. You might get a cold if you stay like that" I put a small smile, reassuring him that it's okay.
He just nod and start to walk to the bathroom, "thanks. I'll be right back"
Once he's out of sight, I close my eyes for a moment and sigh. Is this just a dream or what? If this is only a dream I wanted to wake up now because I don't know what should I do. I'm not prepared for this.
I walk over to the mini bar and take a sip of my chocolate drink. What should I say and what I'm going to do? Ok. Calm your nerves perrie. You should not worry, it's he that suddenly appear in your life again and knock on your doorstep while its raining and he should do the talking and explaining of why he's here. He should be the one to become anxious not you!
I take a deep breath as I sit on the couch while nervously tapping my foot on the wooden floor.
After a few minutes. Zayn emerge from the bathroom and appears in the living room, when I turn my head to look at him, my mouth parted slightly. He's still slightly wet and only a piece of towel was wrapped around his waist. I swallow.
"Um," he pursed his lips shyly, avoiding my eyes.
I shake my head, what am I doing? I stand up awkwardly, "oh I forgot to bring you clothes. I'm sorry. Wait a minute!" I go to my room to get some of his clothes there. If you're thinking why his clothes are there, it's because when we were together, we offered to sleep at each others house and with that we spare a few clothes we had and keep it to each others room for emergency purposes like...this. I wonder if he still keep my clothes in his room.
I go back to where zayn was. "Here, you can change now"
"Thanks," he smiled then put on his shirt and when he was about to untangle the towel around his waist, I gasp, my eyes widen at the action and I spun swiftly so I can't see him. I clear my throat.
He seems to get it because he muttered a sorry then I hear footsteps away from me. I slowly turn around and sigh. He go back to the bathroom.
I decide to change too from my tank top and pajamas to a shirt and a denim short. When I came back, zayn was already sat on the couch.
"Hey," I said, "do you want a drink or anything? Lemonade? Juice? Coffee? Or hot chocolate?" I offer.
"Hot chocolate," he replied.
"Should known," I smirk and he just chuckled.
"I miss your hot chocolate, you always made the best hot choco." He mumbles as I made my way to the kitchen. I silently smiled to myself.
"So what brings you here?" I ask as I place the mug full of hot chocolate on the coffee table.
He just shrug and silent for a moment. "I just.. want to go around, somewhere and I thought of you so I decided to went here"
I look to him, eyes are gloomy. "What happened? Is there something wrong?" I question.
"No. Not at all, just tired," he sigh and I don't take it as an answer. I know zayn very well.
"No. I don't believe you, spill it malik," I shook my head disbelievingly.
"You called me malik," he said it like a question than a statement. His eyes lit up a little.
"Yeah. You said you want me to call you that when we meet somewhere and I guess this is it." I shrug.
Zayn nods and take a sip of the drink. He put back the mug on the table then lick his lips. "Ok, I don't wanna hide behind the bush," he takes a deep breath and speak again, "we had a fight,"
