one day » hendall

005

Zayn Malik is coming here. He’s actually coming to my house. I want to text Harry… I tell him everything. But he’s busy on a date. I hope he’s not as nervous… Or at least not having that much fun.

I groan looking at myself in the mirror. I washed my face so at least it doesn’t look that bad. I don’t expect much but I just don’t want him to get the wrong idea. My style is casual; I usually wear skinny jeans that extend my already long legs and usually a nicer shirt. It’s just Zayn, I remind myself. I don’t need to try too hard, right?

By the time I pick up around my room I hear a knock at the door. I talk to myself and reassure myself not to get too worried. It’s my first time really hanging out with Zayn alone and my nerves to get the best of me. I open the door and he stands with his hand in his pocket he looks up and smiles softly.

“Hi, you look… You look great.” He says looking down at my sweatpants and tank top. I raise an eyebrow. I’m not used to these compliments. First the way Harry complimented me in my towel, which I still am confused about. Now Zayn.

I clear my throat and shrug, “Well thanks, it’s nothing though? You look nice too.” He does though, honestly. He’s wearing black jeans and a band shirt under a leather jacket. It's hard not to check out how his shirt is tight around his abs.

“This thing? Thanks.” He licks his lip and looks behind me.

“O-oh right come in.” I laugh and move out of the way for him to walk in.

“Sorry for short minute plans. I texted everyone and they were busy so you were sort of my last choice. Not that that’s a bad thing… I’m glad to be here. We haven’t really hung out one on one, have we?” I can’t help but be confused by his comment but I don’t mind. I’m too nice and I smile at how he finishes.

“No we haven’t. I’m glad you came too though. Well, I don’t really know what you want to do. I’m not really a big party night sort of person.” I shrug. I don’t party like Harry and his friends do. Harry spends a lot of time at home, but he’s always at parties. Mostly because his friends drag him. Harry never really invites me. I would say no, but it still makes me confused why he just doesn’t seem to want me to be there.

“Hey it’s cool. Sometimes a guy needs a night with a hot girl in her house.” He licks his bottom lip and takes off his leather jacket placing it on the back of my couch. I raise my eyebrow and smile at him.

“Well I mean… I can’t complain.” I said with a giggle. “Do you want to watch TV or…?”

Hanging out with Harry is a lot easier. It’s natural and we really don’t have any uncomfortable moments of silence figuring out what to do.

“Yeah. Your room?” He asks pointing to me.

I perk my back up. The idea of Zayn lying in my bed makes me a little nervous? Well really; I don’t really have guys over my house like that. Except Harry. If any guys do come over it’s my boyfriends and usually my parents are home.

“Y-yeah sure. It’s this way.” I nod and lead him to my room down the hallway. “And this is where no magic happens.” I say with a laugh to lighten the mood. Well really calm my nerves.

“No magic? I’m sure you have guys at your window all the time.” He laughs poking my bed before sitting down.

“No why would you assume that?”

“Well look at you. I haven’t seen a girl pull off sweatpants like that well…ever.” He shrugs like the compliment is something he says all the time.

“Oh well again, thank you. But no nothing like that.” I say with an innocent laugh.

“Are you sure? I hear the way guys talk about you.”