the mansion | zayn malik

The Mansion | Sweet Angel

The Mansion | Sweet Angel

"My only angel."
- Harry Styles

Zayn had to get use to being in a different environment for this long. This was the sixth day at the mansion and so far he is enjoying himself. Well, of course he couldn't sleep that easily and he was always waking up early for some reason. Being away from home kinda make him a bit homesick but he managed to have fun here. Not only was this going to be the best summer with his boys, but he believed that he could find a little summer love too. And he had his hazel eyes only on Janya.

The moment he heard a door close this morning that is when he woke up. His room was at the end of the hall and the room right next to his was Keith's so he figured that he would he using the bathroom or some shit, but then when he heard a loud feminine groan Zayn couldn't help but to wonder what is going on out there in the hallway. So he slipped on a random t-shirt and peeked his head outside his door, he saw no one but he did see a head full of short curls going down the stairs.

Of course he went down the spiral steps in hopes of seeing who it was even though he already had a clear idea who the person might be. There Janya stood going through the cabinets and the refrigerator. She wasn't making herself breakfast, but she was getting food to pack in her backpack that was slung on her arm. Janya had on a bright yellow tank top that showed a little bit of her pink bikini top, and hot pink shorts underneath. Her boyish cut curls were messy and she had some dirty chucks on her feet. And Zayn must admit that she is quite a beauty to look at.

"You plan on running away babe?" Zayn made himself noticed and that is when Janya jumped out of fear. He smirked and causally leaned against the counter curiously. "Where ya goin'?"

"T-To lake," she says putting a water bottle in her side pocket of her backpack then she zipped it up.

"Can I come?" Zayn asks.

She looked at him and nodded, "G-Go and get dressed."

"I'll be right back," Zayn raced upstairs to his room to get dressed in some swim trunks and place some random shoes on.

Janya waited patiently for the cute boy to come down the stairs and when she saw him she generally smiled.

"You ready?" Zayn asks grabbing a water bottle himself.

"Uh yes," she nodded and that is when they both left the house together.

It was the last day of May and the weather was great. The sun was out yet it wasn't too hot for their disliking. Only being seven in the morning they had a cool breeze blowing every now and then, the walk to the lake was silent and when they got there Zayn decided to speak up.

"Do you like it here?" He asks taking a seat on a log.

"W-What ya mean?" She asks placing her backpack down.

"Do you like the nature and the woods?" He clarifies.

"Oh yes," she nods taking off her shoes. "It's v-very nice."

"Have you been out in the city before?" Zayn wonders.

Her face scrunched up and she shook her head.

"You don't like it don't you?" He chuckled.

"Ah no," she shook her head and then she started to take her shirt and shorts off.

Zayn gulped and looked down at his shoes. She wasn't fully aware of herself because she felt like there was no shame in it. Yet, he could hear the clothes falling to the ground but he decided to keep his eyes to himself.