One Summer (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6,

Zayn's POV

My neck was aching and I thought about putting ice on it, but my freezer was empty. My eyes hurt from forgetting to take my contacts out, but I'll keep them in. These dumb decisions make living harder, but easy. I can do whatever I want! No cameras, no screaming, no bright lights, and no management.

This house has tile flooring with wood flooring in the bedrooms. There is one master bedroom, four other bedrooms, two floors, and three bathrooms. I don't understand why I would need a house like this all to myself, but the bigger the better, right? The walls are beige and brown with black leather couches and chairs. The house was in alright shape, but I still had to do some investigating for food. The cabinets, the drawers, the freezer, and the fridge were empty. Please don't tell me that I have to go shopping.

I retrieved the bag I threw on the floor last night with a credit card inside. I wonder why Paul wouldn't let me use my cash? It's obvious that if I used my real card, the name on it would be Zayn Malik.

I have no idea where I am, so I'll jut put all of my clothes away. I shuffled back into the master bedroom that has a queen size bed, a dresser, a desk, and a small condensed closet. I don't like my clothes to be crinkled, so I made sure to place four and a half inches in between each article of clothing in the drawers and in the closet.

Once I was finished, I realized that my bed had no sheets, so I went on a search for the linen closet... It consisted of twelve towels of three different sizes. I need to go shopping... NOW! I grabbed the house keys, my stupid phone, my credit card, and hurried outside. What surprised me was that THERE WERE FIFTY OR SO PEOPLE ON MY STREET! There was a parade going on with people waving their patriotic Canada flags in the air... What is going on?

I stepped around each person and it turned into a sprint, running through the crowd as fast as I could. These people could be sick and- OW! I smashed my forehead into someone else's. I fell to the ground and the idiot that ran into me fell beside me as I rubbed at my forehead.

"That fucking hurt," I added with an American accent at the girl with a red mark swelling on her forehead. Her long dark brown/black hair hid most of her face as she sat down on the ground, wincing.

"Watch where you're going next time," she mumbled and finally made eye contact with me. HOLY FUCK! Her dark brown eyes were a winner for me... They made me almost drool! She's so gorgeous.

"Miss..." I led on, attempting for her to tell me her name.

"Smith," she corrected and I mentally slapped her. I want to know her first name, not her surname.

"Could you fucking tell me what the hell is going on?" I begged and she laughed a beautiful laugh. A laugh that could solve world peace...

"It's Canada Day," she laughed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh, I forgot about that..." I tried to save myself. She stood up, brushing the grass off of her ripped jean shorts and her legs... HER LEGS! I've seen billions of girls in my lifetime (trust me), but this one is slightly different, but not different enough for me to want her in my bed.

"Wait, are you the guy who moved in next door?" She wondered and I tensed up.

"None of your business," I snapped and walked away down the street.

"I was just wondering because I may live next door to you," she explained and I rolled my eyes.

"I didn't ask," I grumbled and charged down the street, the good-looking girl (well, she's more so a woman than a girl) following close behind.