I'll remember him 2

Secrets

*Kate's POV*

It's already seven now, my nails are so short that it hurts and my hair is been in thirty coupes the last hour. From the bun to the curls to the ponytail.. I need something to focus on or I wont survive another our here in this way to small bedroom.

I should give Zayn some company, he's trying to help me after all and when we're all honest to ourselves we have to admit that I wasn't such a good friend to him. He offered me his place to live and I'm just locking myself into his bedroom till I almost die of hunger. I almost didn't talk to him at all the past days and I want yo make up to him in the three quarters of time I've left.

I unlock myself to let my feet carry me to the 'living room' where's just enough space for a television, a sofa and a small coffee table and a dusty lamp in the corner. Zayn lives like a homeless. I don't understand that he can make food that's just delicious in that kitchen. Really, Zayn is the best cooker in the area.

"Hey babe." He smiles. "How are you?" He looks up from his fifa-game and after one second he has to look back to make a goal.

"Professional I see." I joke and he clears his throat.

"Excuse me misses Tomlinson, if you can do better than I would love to see that." He says like the rich ladies you see in those princess movies with castles and stuff.

"Don't be mad." I huff and he lets out a "phuh" through his teeth like a challenged little girl. He's hilarious and he doesn't even try. I giggle at the look he gives me when he hands me the controller.

Sad he's gay, he could be a cute couple with a smart, lovely girl.

***

"You definitely aren't bad." He says.

"I'm a nature talent." I joke and receive a playful bump on my shoulder. I push him back what almost causes him to trip over his own feet.

Wait.

What time is it?

With trembling hands, praying I'm not too late, I find my phone. Twenty to eight. I really have to leave now.

"I'm taking a shower and then I'll make supper okay?" He asks.

Perfect.

"That's perfect to me." I vocal my thoughts.

He smirks and heads to the bathroom what gives me time to think what I'm actually doing.

After overthinking for three seconds I'm pretty sure I don't have to leave Zayn a note. I run my hands through my hair and take a last glance at the clock. Time to leave.

I shut the green door of apartment 306 behind me and push multiple times on the button in the hope the elevator will arrive sooner. No time for these jokes. I run down the stairs and the welcoming fresh air fills my longs after four days being locked in a room like Zayn's.

Okay Kate, focus now.

*Zayn's POV*

"Kate!? I forgot a towel can you hand me one please!?" I yell from down the bathroom but I get no response.

"Kate!?"

Again only the sound of the noisy street fills the room.

I full my boxers over my wet skin and run to the bedroom to grasp a towel for myself. Where is she? The whole apartment is empty. I walk back to her bedroom while drying my hair but she really isn't here. On that moment a noise comes from the living room. Her phone is on the coffee table, ringing. This is absolutely the most annoying sound ever. I'll make her change this.