A Love Triangle (Harry and Zayn Fanfic)

Chapter 3

I stood there in front of my closet nervously speculating every piece of clothing I owned. I wasn't sure what to wear and I somehow thought the clothing didn't look right on me. I was going on a date, a date. My first date and I couldn't really process it. To make matters worst I was going to be taken on a date with Zayn. Zayn Malik from the boyband, One Direction. I was already a mess just thinking its my first date then to make shit sweeter it's with Zayn.

I also couldn't process what came over me last night. Sure I'm new to dating but my mind waltzed over to him before he left. I gave him a peck and a hug. Sure he's fit but honestly I never really approached anyone like I did last night. Maybe I'm developing a crush on him or just felt lonely and vulnerable after what happened yesterday.

I walked away from my closet sitting on the edge of my bed, I glanced over my clock, 9:53 am. I had to start getting ready soon and I didn't even have an idea of what to wear. I wanted to know what we were going to do but my smart self didn't get his number.

I heard a quiet knock at my door, I looked over to see my dad walking in. He closed the door behind him as he began to approach me.

"You're up. What're your plans for today Dali?“ he asked as a smile appeared on his face. I knew he knew Zayn asked me to lunch, he just wanted to hear it from me.

"I‘m not sure yet, maybe go out with Brett.“ I lied, I wanted to see if he'd mention anything about Zayn and I.

"Oh, well the boys are going to be over later. You might as well get use to them, maybe develop a bond. You know like a bond you have with Brett.“ he said with a smirk planted on his face. Honestly I didn't want to see the boys over here all the time, it'll get annoying. Just like all his other clients, I hated to see them over here all the time.

"Maybe you should get an office, for your accounting. It gets tiring to see the same nosey people in and out.“ I spat with a bit of annoyance.

"No, my den and this house is fine. Plus I now have a good hostess/secretary.“ he said as he skimmed around my room.

Me and my dad always had this awkward relationship. He would only have an actual talk with me when it was that time, of him traveling. Other than that we had two other purposes to talk, when he would try to tell me something or only when he wanted me to do something. It wasn't the relationship I wanted, our relationship just presented itself.

I looked up to see my dad making his way out of my room.

"Dad, I miss you.“ I spat out before he was able to leave.

He stopped in his tracks, his back facing me. I stood there watching him carefully, I stood there waiting for a response. I wanted, hoped he'd say something or do something but stand there. "What're you talking about sweetie? I'm always here.“ he said as he continued to have his back facing me.

"For your clients, you're always here. When it comes down for me, you're not.“ I mumbled as I continued to look at everything in my room.

"I‘m always here for you, you know that.“ my dad said before I heard the door close behind him. I looked back to where he once stood, he couldn't look at me. He had his back facing me the entire time. Yet I didn't understand why I was bothered, its not like if his charade was something new.

I just stood in front of my closet, staring at everything inside. Why was this so hard? Why couldn't I just pick something without criticizing myself? I walked over to my bathroom, I turned on the hot water. I stared at my reflection looking at every pore that was presented on my skin. I untied my hair and let it fall to my shoulders. I slipped my clothing off, letting every article of clothing hit the floor. I walked over to the shower and went inside, the hot water hitting my back as it relaxed my muscles.