Make the Most of It

8. First Date

The next morning I woke up to the sunlight streaming through my window. I slowly opened my eyes and smiled, remembering that I didn't have work today. I got to see Jake and then I had the rest of the day to myself. But of course there's a downside to everything. As I walked through the hallway I remembered that I brought Zayn to my house last night. Why? Because he doesn't know how to take care of himself, even though he claims to have his life together.

I tried to be quiet as I slowly walked into my kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. Then, with my coffee in one hand and phone in the other, I sat down in a chair that had a clear view of Zayn. I couldn't imagine that he would be waking up anytime soon after all that he drank last night, but it couldn't hurt to be on the safe side. I slowly sipped my coffee as my eyes stayed fixed on him. His chest rose and fell at a slow and steady pace. He still had the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He was so attractive, even while sleeping.

After I was done with my coffee, I set my mug in the sink and then went upstairs to get freshened up. My shower was quick, considering the fact that Zayn could wake up at any time. I put on leggings and a t-shirt and put my hair up into a ponytail.

Then, I walked back into the living room to find that Zayn was gone. I looked around, wondering where he could have gone. I hadn't heard the front door open or any other noise for that matter. I looked through the window to see if he was outside. He was sitting on the front step with a cigarette in his mouth.

I opened the door and stepped outside. The cold air blew against my face and I wrapped my arms around myself to warm up. He glanced at me as I sat down next to him.

"So you're up," I said, wanting to break the silence. He didn't so much as even nod his head. "If you're wondering, I brought you here because you were wandering around alone and drunk." Again, he didn't say anything. Instead he took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew out a whiff of smoke.

"You could at least say thanks, you know? I didn't bring you here because I wanted to. I could've left you laying there in the middle of nowhere."

"So why didn't you?" He questions calmly, with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Why didn't I?! Are you serious?! Because I'm not as stuck-up as you!" I spit back. "This is ridiculous." I get up, in anger and turn away to walk back inside. "Just leave whenever you want. I'm sure you can catch a cab or whatever. I don't care." Before I can leave, Zayn grabs my arm.

"Wait." I slowly turn around and we both look down at his hand, that's still gripped onto my arm. He clears his throat and immediately drops his hand. "Was it true?" He asks, as I give him a confused look. "What you said on the phone." Oh. That.

"Not anymore," I answer, as I walk back into the house, but just as I'm about to close the door, he speaks again.

"Because I am too." I was too. I was too. I was too. I couldn't believe this. Why would Zayn, of all people, like me? And why did I care so much? I shouldn't. I needed to remind myself that I have a boyfriend who likes me just as much as I like him and I certainly don't need someone like Zayn to ruin that for me.

I grab my cell and call Jake.

"Hey Jake! How's it going?"

"Well I missed you this morning for our lessons." Shoot! I had completely forgotten about that since Zayn was here. He was already ruining things without even realizing it. Ugh.