Crush

chapter 1

"oh hi! you must be Zayn!" my mother tells him and hugs him.

"yes, nice to meet you mrs...." he tells my mother and sits down in front of my father.

"hello mr...." Zayn tells my father and they shake hands.

"beatrice, come sit down with us." my mother tells me and signals

me to sit at zayn's side.

"so, tell me Zayn, why do you want to rent our guest house?" my mother asks.

i see him staring at my skirt, well actually at my legs.

"uuh..." he says still processing the question.

"oh well cause i just got a new job really close from here and i'm new here so i don't know a lot of places, but to speak the truth i prefer renting a place than staying at a hotel."

"well that's good!" my mother tells him. "so i'll show you the place if you come with me."

they both stand up and walk to the guest house. i watch them leave and i just keep staring at the open door.

"soo.. what do you think?" my father asks me.

"i think he is well mannered, i like him." i tell him and stand up, planing to go look for my mother and him.

"that's good, we wanted you to feel comfortable with who stays partly because you know your mother is working all the time and i travel so much." my father says.

"yeah, i feel comfortable." i tell him and go out to the guest house.

When i reach the guest house my mother and Zayn were coming down the stairs.

when my mother saw me she gave me a look like if she was asking me if he was okay and i just nodded.

"so Zayn i really hope you like it here. my husband and i are rarely here but if you need anything Beatrice will be here." my mother tells him and shakes his hands.

"Anyways i have to go now, i have a meeting. i'll see you later darling." she says to me and gives me a kiss in the forehead.

i watch as my mom disappears into the house as i turn around to find Zayn going up to the guest house.

Yeah, sure, leave me here, i think to myself as I start to walk to the street. walk helps me think. i know it's weird but i have a crush on him. the way his eyes turned lighter when he talked, or the way his tongue touched his teeth when he smiled.