Leave {z.m.}

Eight

Zayn's P.O.V.

"Do you think it'll be warm today?" Adelaide stuck her head outside of the doorway and her long, wavy hair swayed as she leaned forward. 

"I believe it will be warm enough to avoid wearing a jumper." 

"Oh, okay." Her head disappeared and the door shut quietly.

Today was a day of shopping and I knew that a girl would be excited. I, on the contrary, was not. I had decided to get furniture though, as well as other ordinary household items that would make my flat a bit more like an actual home. Usually, I would not bother with those sorts of things, but Adelaide had suggested bringing furniture into the picture once before. If she would be coming back here on a regular basis, I figured that I should not make her continue to rest on the rather uncomfortable carpet flooring.

"Ready!" She announced as the door swung open. 

She wore ripped, skinny capris with a short-sleeved Nirvana shirt and vans. What was I doing? I was staring at her for far too long. Brilliant. 

"Um, are you ready?" She asked hesitantly. 

"Erm, yes. Let's go."

The keys to my flat dangled from my fingertips as I prepared to lock the door to my flat. 

"Oh wait! My wallet!" 

She slipped her cellphone into her back pocket and quickly ran back inside. She returned with the strap of her wallet wrapped around her petite wrist.

"We're going to the mall, right?" I sighed; she expected to go on a shopping spree. 

"Yes, but the main focus is furniture." 

"Oh...alright. I can check out clothes too, right?" 

I shrugged and locked the door to my flat before making my way out to my car.

I unlocked the car's doors and Adelaide hopped inside as I did. 

"Can I turn on the radio?" She inquired before she even put her seat belt on. 

"I suppose so," I replied with a bland monotone. 

"Don't sound like a robot," she demanded. 

She pressed a few buttons and turned to music that I had never heard before. Then again, I never listened to music anymore.

She increased the volume slightly and began humming along as I drove towards the freeway. 

"I love this song," she commented with a smile. 

"Which is?" I asked with fake interest. 

"Problem by Ariana Grande." 

"I do not know who that is," I mumbled.

"That's sad." 

I rolled my eyes and kept them straight on the road ahead of me. 

"This sounds much too annoying." 

"You're not being serious. Her voice is so pretty!" 

I ignored her remark and tried to pretend that the deafening music was not the cause of me wanting to crash into the nearest tree.

 "I would greatly appreciate if you would turn this noise off," I made my voice much louder than necessary to get my point across. 

I would not have been able to continue driving with this nonsense killing whatever joy I might've expressed in the future.