Nobody Compares [l. tomlinson]

c h a p t e r o n e

Florence's phone buzzed loudly in the middle of the night, echoing around her massive room. She rummage around her nightstand without even bothering to look, hoping she could find it already to put down that piercing ring it's making. Having no chance at all, she directly lurch from her bed and waited for the wave of wooziness to surpass. Rubbing her eyes, she grabbed her phone and stared at it for a moment to get a vivid look of it. She looked at the time, "2:30 AM", it says. Looking at the name of her caller flashing in her screen, she grinned and hit "Answer."

"Hello, babe. What's up with you calling me in the middle of the night?", She chirped on her phone.

"Oh, sorry love. I was just, uh. . . checking if you're okay.", the other line respond, his voice hoarse.

She giggled and bit her lip, "Yes, I am. How thoughtful of you! Well, why don't you go to sleep Zayn and let's see each other tomorrow morning?"

She can feel him smiling, "Sure! Tomorrow morning would be great. I'll go over there. And, sorry if I bugged you while you are having your. . . sleep.", he said, his voice sounding a bit cheery.

"That's totally fine.Go to sleep, boo.", she said, grinning from ear to ear.

"I will, babe. Good night. I love you.", he said gently.

"I love you too.", she said before hunging up.

She flings her phone at her bed, before crashing her own body on to it. She put her arms around the long pillow by her side and looked over at the wall, waiting for herself to get back on its weary state again before surrendering to sleep.

* * * * *

Florence stirred her cappuccino while looking absentmindedly at the empty spot of chair across the kitchen bar. The clinking of her spoon that had been making every time it hits her cup is the only sound consuming her house. She puts the spoon aside, and raised the cup to her lips, constantly sipping up to the last drop.

She took her spoon and cup and placed it onto the dishwasher. She shuffled lazily up to the living room before plumping herself over at the couch. She turned her television on and scanned through the channels, hoping for a very good show to watch to, but unfortunately they were none enough to seize her attention. She sighed before turning it off, and put the control by her side.

Slowly closing her eyes, the doorbell rang and echoed down at her house. She shoot straight up and muttered, "Ugh. Fuck it."

She went straight for her door and peeped through the hole, seeing a guy with his black hair raised into a quiff, she took off the lock and opened the door . Florence jumped at Zayn which almost made him tumble.

"I missed you. Oops sorry.", she said as she looked at him, her hands around his neck and her legs wrapped around his hips.

"Nah, it's alright.", he said as he hold her tight to him. "I missed you too."

She pulled out and put her feet back to the floor, shuffling it, "Get inside."

He walked in, the perfume clinging on his sweater wafted her, "Wow, you smell good. Well, like all the time. . .", she said as she closed the door right behind her.

Zayn walked over to the long pastel-color couch and sat by the edge. He tapped the spot next to him whilst grinning. She smirked and sat beside him, she then lied on the couch with her head resting on his lap. He started brushing her hair while she looked at him, she smirked at the view of him enjoying her. Raising her eyebrows, she knows this is a damn good plan.