I don't sleep again. This is beginning to feel like a routine. The nightmares happen, I don't sleep and I feel like death for the whole day ahead of me.
My alarm makes me get out of bed at 7am because Zayn is picking me up at 8am to start my photography assignment. I sluggishly do my morning routine, taking extra-long in the shower to try to refresh my dead body. I throw on some pretty casual clothes, but still carrying out my nice, chic look. I put on my long black shirt with my black jeans and black leather jacket. It sounds like a lot of black, but it actually works really well. (Outfit on the side.) I also pack my black floppy hat for when we are outside. Well if Zayn goes outside.
When I am dressed and ready, I go downstairs to actually eat breakfast this morning. I make myself a bowl of Weetabix and a glass of orange juice. I practically demolish it, mainly because of the lack of food I have been eating recently. I sit down on my dining table and quietly scroll through my phone waiting for Zayn to arrive. I texted him my address and how to get up to my floor, so he should be here any minute considering its 8.01am.
My predictions are right when a loud knock echoes through my apartment making me rushing to my feet. I grab all of my stuff and walk fast to the door. When I swing it open I am surprised to see not Zayn, but my neighbour Kylie.
"Morning Kyl-.." I start but she cuts me off rudely.
"I would appreciate it if your mail didn't come to my door." She growls and practically chucks the yellow letter at me. I fumble to catch it as she storms down the hall back to her room.
What the hell? Last time I met her she was so nice to me. But this time, it was like I met a totally different person. She was so rude. Like, chill out it's just a letter. I shut the door furiously and fumble for the things I dropped while trying to catch the letter she threw at me. When I pick everything up another loud knock echoes off my wooden door. I open it this time to see a smiling Zayn.
"Hi Zayn, sorry one minute." I tell him and he looks confused as I carry everything in my hands and dump it on my dining table. He stands awkwardly at my door.
"You can come in you know." I laugh while placing all my stuff back in my bag and dumping the yellow letter on the table. I don't need to open it now. It's obviously not urgent.
"Nice apartment." He comments as he walks over to where I am. His eyes scanning every inch of the room.
He's just like Harry in that sense. Likes to soak up everything he sees around him and it makes me uncomfortable to see someone looking so intently at my apartment.
Did I really just compare Zayn to Harry?
"Thanks." I smile, throwing my handbag over my arm. Shaking the thoughts of Harry.
"Ready to go?" He asks and I almost forgot something.
"One more second." I say rushing around my room and pulling my camera out of my photo cupboard.
"Nearly forgot this bad boy." I laugh hanging the camera around my neck. Zayn laughs with me as we make our way out of my apartment.
I force my heavy eye lids to stay open as we take the elevator downstairs in silence. This is going to be a very long day.
"So what's on the agenda first?" Zayn asks me as we turn down an unfamiliar street.
"Zayn the projects about you. You have to pretend like I'm not here, what do you usually do on a Saturday?" I smile turning to Zayn as he turns down another unfamiliar street. I know I would feel uncomfortable and a bit nervous in this situation with anyone else, but I feel alright with Zayn.
