"Oh he's Zayn, my friend" Olivia no.
"Friend?" my mother questions.
"Yes friend mother. That's what she said" I smile to make my statement not sound as bad as it was meant to.
"Well I hope my daughter has not been mixing with these 'friends' of yours Olivia" my mother harsh tone is recognisable.
"Oh don't worry, she'll be fine. And it's Liv by the way" Olivia politely answers.
"Anyway, mother I better be going to sleep now. I'll call you tomorrow bye" I end the call before my mother can argue back.
"Sorry about that Oli- Liv" I correct myself. "She's just abit over protective sometimes" I hear Zayn snigger.
"I'm sorry what?" I turn towards him.
"Nothing just I'm amazed she let you come to another country alone"
"Well she did so mind your own business"
"Zayn, Kylie. Lovebirds stop arguing" Olivia shouts. Lovebirds? What?
"Shut it Liv" Zayn snaps.
"I have better eyes than to pick someone like him thank you"
"I have better eyes than to pick someone like him thank you"Zayn mocks me.
"I'll just grab my bag and I'll be ready" Olivia shouts as she walks into the closet.
"Bag? Where is she going?" I ask Zayn but he just ignores me.
"Where are you going?" I ask Olivia as she walks back out.
"To a house party at Zayn's parents place. You're welcome to come if you like" she smiles. No way, mother would kill me and there is no way I'm getting drunk on a Monday night when the new semester starts on Wednesday. And I've never even drank alcohol before.
"Liv what's the point. She's not going to come anyway. She's too much of a snob" Zayn speaks to her. I am not a snob.
"Sure I'd love to come" the words just came out before I could stop them. Shit.
"Yay!" she jumps up to hug me. "it's going to be so much fun. Go and get changed and we'll wait for you"
what am I going to wear? I could wear my black dress. I thought I would attend at least one party so I went to TopShop and bought a black skater dress without mother seeing it. Its rounded neck isn't revealing at all, it falls just above my knee.
I quickly apply some black eye shadow and mascara for a smoky eye. I quickly straighten my wavy hair and push it behind my ear.
"You look great!" Olivia smiles.
Zayn stays silent thankfully.
I quickly slip on a pair of black converse and grab my phone and a small clutch bag.
We walk towards Zayn's car and I sit in the back.
...
After what feels like ages Zayn drives on to a very large driveway with at least fifty people stood outside with shiny red plastic cups.
"Where is his parents?" I whisper to Olivia.
"They are visiting Zayn's family in Bradford. They won't be back until Friday so Zayn always has parties here when they're away since the house is basically a frat house when they're away, he let's people stay and rent out the rooms until his parents return"
"Do they know he does this?" I question as we walk across the grass in the front garden.
"Hell no!" she laughs. How cruel is that on his parents who probably think their son is some prince.
