Gasoline.

8

I headed home unsure how my parents were going to react to me telling them that I was moving out in less than a week. They knew that I wanted to move out, and branch out into my new adult life. They knew that I'd been working my ass off to try and meet this deadline, but they didn't know that it was now paid off and that I was moving in so suddenly.

I saw my parents cars outside when I pulled up. I turned my car off, and headed toward my house. I unlocked the door and when I walked in my parents were sitting on the sofa watching a novela.

They looked over to me when I shut the front door. "Hey, glad that I got you guyses attention. I need to talk to you." My dad acted like he fell backwards. "Do not tell me that I'm gonna be a grandpa." I made a face at him.
"No... I'm moving out," I said suddenly not feeling nervous anymore. "In the next six days. The rent is already put down. We just need to start packing."

My parents didn't say anything for what felt like forever, but when Isadora Maria Valentina started crying on the tv screen, my mother did the same.

"Are you crying?" I asked, although I knew the answer. "I wanted to surprise you guys." In reality, I was surprised myself. I didn't know that Zayn was going to do what he did.

"I just can't believe that you're leaving. We raised you to be such an amazing young lady, and you're branching out with your best friends.." My mom started to fan her eyes. "This is better news than telling me I'm going to be a grandfather." My dad stood up and walked up to me giving me a hug. I knew it was more of a relieved hug than a 'sad to see me go' hug.

My parents helped me pack for most of the night, and my father helped me load some things into my car. A friend of his owned a moving truck company, so he'd handle the bigger things.

I fell asleep feeling grateful that night. I was grateful for many things, but especially my friends, my family, and Zayn.

The packing process was bittersweet. I'd lived in this home since I was born, and now I was moving out. Watching how bare my room was becoming was insane. My parents told me they were going to make that into the second guest bedroom.

Moving day was insane. It was an overwhelming amount of people helping out. From the movers, to Normani's family, my family, Dinah's family and Zayn. It was a lot in that one apartment, but it was nice. By the end of the day, everything was for the most part unpacked. Normani's mother had cooked up some soul food, and we all sat around eating and having a nice bonding experience. Everyone was laughing, and there were nothing but good vibes.

When everyone left, Zayn was the only one left. He invited Liam over, and we all decided to drink. Liam, Zayn, and Normani got especially drunk. Liam and Zayn couldn't go home because they had both drove here.

Normani, Liam and Dinah were watching a movie on netflix... kind of. They were talking over the whole thing, and so Zayn and I decided to sneak off to my room.

"You can sleep in here tonight.. If you want, of course.." I said to Zayn. I pulled my long hair into a ponytail. Zayn threw himself back on the bed. My bedroom was for the most part decorated like my bedroom back at home, but it didn't feel like my bedroom at home.

"I don't know how I got so lucky to meet someone like you," Zayn slurred. I turned to him with a smile. "Let's get you to sleep," I said. "So you're feeling like a million bucks in the morning."
"You make me feel like a million bucks," he said. I smiled, flicking the lights off and then laying down beside him. I got beneath the sheets, and he stayed on top of them.

"Can I kiss you?" Zayn suddenly asked.
"One kiss, and then you need to get to sleep," I said. Zayn felt around for my face in the dark, and placed his warm, liquor scented lips against mine. He obeyed my one kiss rule, and turned around. He mentioned how much the room was spinning, until he tired himself out and fell asleep snoring lightly.
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Things between Zayn and I had moved fast, but I didn't mind it at all. It'd been almost a year since I'd moved into my apartment, and over a year since I'd met Zayn.