Midnight Coffee

Chapter 6

Midnight Coffee Ch 6

Mary's POV

It's been two hours and I haven't slept a wink. I knew Zayn was awake, recalling him telling me that he never slept. Before I knew it, I tossed the blanket over and walked across the hall. I stood in front of his door, unable to make a decision. Should I just try and go back to bed or come in and invade his space?

My knuckles patted against his door lightly.

I doubted he heard me. The sound of music was blasting from the other side of the door. It was a song that I had never heard of. Actually, I haven't heard a lot of new songs in general.

I knocked again, with more force this time.

The door swung open. Zayn was shirtless, showing off his toning abs and many tattoos.

His legs were still clad in his trousers from earlier. He was wearing glasses, though they didn't look prescripted. His hair was tousled, as if it was being pulled at.

"H-hey," I greeted.

"Do you need anything?" he tried to ask with the politest tone. But I could tell I was interrupting something.

"I uh, do you have contact solution?" I choked.

What the hell, Mary? Contact solution?

"Um, what?" he asked, trying to hide his smile.

"I uh, I have to take my contacts out."

He finally let his smile break through before opening the door wider.

"Follow me."

I came into the room and it was absolutely massive. There was a bed against the wall, maybe the size of two king beds. On another wall was a fireplace that had been lit. A few sitting pillows were scattered in front of the fire. There was also a large television mounted onto another wall.

The music was still playing from a record player in a far corner of the room.

"Hey what song is this?" I asked as we entered his bathroom.

He went back to his distant expression, one that I wasn't too fond of. It makes me feel like he had left me.

"I'm sorry," he apologized before bending down and opening a cabinet beneath his sink.

It seems as if he did not want to talk about the music playing, so I did not push the conversation any further.

"Here you go. It's not exactly solution, but I think eye drops could do the deed," he said, shaking the bottle a bit and handing it to me.

"Thanks," I said quietly.

I watched his body language become awkward. His hands were stuffed in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

"Oh, I don't really have a case for your contacts. But, I have some Tupperware down in the kitchen.

I tried to bite back a laugh, but my lips betrayed me as they allowed a light giggle to sound.

"What?" I asked, still trying not to laugh.

"I mean...We could pour some of that stuff into the container and like...put your contacts in," he said before realising how weird his plan sounded.

"I'm sorry it sounds stupid," he said bashfully.

"No no, it's just that I've never heard of an idea like that before.

"But isn't there like a left and right contact?" he asked.

"We could put them into separate containers and label it," I suggested.