Mr.Irwin [SLOW UPDATES]

twenty eight ≫ rose

After a few hours of studying, eating and laying in bed, I begin to get ready for my date with Zayn.

He texted me that we were going somewhere pretty fancy.

I go through my closet and pick out one of my fancier outfits. A knee length tight white dress.

After I laid out what I was going to wear, accessories and all, I begin doing my makeup and hair.

I wash my hair and then blow-dry it, for a voluminous look. Then I apply my makeup.

I put on a pink-nude matte lipstick to match my heels.

By the time I am all dressed up and ready, it's 6:58 PM.

Thank god I was on time or else he'll just think I'm always late.

I make my way downstairs, hoping to see my parents but of course, they aren't home.

I don't let it affect my mood as I'm going on a date with a very hot boy who is interested I me.

There is a knock on the door and I guess that it's Zayn, so I walk over to the door and open it.

It wasn't Zayn. It was the one and only Ashton Irwin.

"What do you want?" I give him a stern look and his mouth is slightly open and his eyes are wide.

"I - um" I signal him to go on "You look hot" Is all he says and I blush. I try hiding my face, I don't want him to know he affects me the way he does.

It'll just boost his ego even more.

"What did you come here for?" I say after a few moments of silence "Some of your mail was in my mail box" He hands me a few envelopes.

"Okay, thanks" I try to be polite but he's still standing there, eyeing me. "Where are you going?" He questions.

"On a date" I tell him confidently "With?" He questions further "None of your business"

A car pulls up on he driveway "I guess I'll figure it out" he smirks, knowing my date is already here.

Zayn walks up the steps and his eyes widen. How can I have that kind of effect on anyone?

"You look beautiful" Zayn says as he looks at me in awe "Thank you" I send him a small smile.

"R-ready to go?" He stumbles with words, making me smile again. "Of course" I respond and Zayn takes my hand in his after I shut the door.

"Goodbye, Ashton" I look back at him and then turn back to Zayn.

He opens the door for me like a gentlemen and I get in the car. He semi-jogs to the other side of the car and hops in.

"Isn't that guy a teacher?" Zayn asks before turning his engine on "Yeah, he was dropping off some mail that was delivered to his house" I explain and Zayn nods.

"So, where are you taking me?" I ask him and we begin to drive down my street.

"A very special dinner" he says and I nod, not questioning anymore because he will not tell him.