Opposites ~ n.h (rewriting)

Chapter 3: Home sweet home

2PM. I've gotten out of bed with a killer headache about an hour ago. I've taken half a strip of painkillers and I even drank coffee. When I drink coffee, the hangover is serious. I got dressed after taking yet another painkiller. I definitely regret drinking so much last night, if I would've been able to think properly, I wouldn't have gone into that alley, I wouldn't have known his name. But then again, I wouldn't have known who Zayn was and damn I would've missed out. He has a tough appearance, yet very soft brown eyes and I think he's quite nice. I grab my coat after deciding I was in desperate need of food. As I walk outside I bump into Eleanor.

"Oh! This is the second time it's happened!" We say in unision, laughing afterwards.

"I'm sorry, Luna, I was in a rush to get inside and didn't see you!" She apologised. How can she look so good? She drank even more than me. "I drank A LOT last night, fortunately, I do that a lot so I'm used to it." She says answering my thoughts.

"Wow, you just answered my thoughts, creep!" I joked. She laughed,

"I saw the way you looked at me, your eyes were basically screaming 'how the hell doesn't she have a hangover?!' Anyways, I've got to go! See you around!" She says, walking inside and hurrying up to the lift. I wonder what that was all about.

I listen to music as I make the small 20 minute walk to the grocery store. Going by car would've been smarter but, oh well, I'll do that monday after class. The walk is calming, clearing my mind. I finally got him out of- damn. At least I had a small moment of peace in my mind. No Niall, no Zayn, just music. As I reach the grocery store, I grab a basket and walk inside, going isle through isle and occasionally grabbing something from the racks.

"There's just this one thing I can't find in here.." I mumble to myself.

"Why don't you tell me what it is, and I will help you find it." I jump at the sudden voice, but recognise the accent immediately. Zayn. I turn around with a smile on my face.

"Sorry to scare ya, love. Didn't mean to." He smiles.

"Oh, it's okay." I laugh nervously.

"Now, what was the thing you needed?" He asks taking in my appearance from head to toe. Damn I should've worn something better than just black skinnies and an oversized sweater from my brother.

"Uhm, I was looking for the things to make pizza dough." Zayn raises his eyebrows, probably impressed.

"You make the pizza yourself?" I smile.

"Yeah, that's basically the only thing I can cook." Zayn chuckles at my slightly embarassing confession.

"Why don't I teach you sometime? It's not that I"m such a great cook, but I'm better than anyone of my friends." He brags playfully.

"Seems fun!" Was that hint? I don't know. He's damn hot in that black thanktop.... Luna! Stop Staring! Act natural.

"Why don't you give me your number and we'll meet up sometime?" He asks smiling sweetly. Damn boys are so subtil when asking numbers.

"Yeah sure." We swap numbers and Zayn helps me find the ingredients for the pizza dough, making me promise that he could taste them sometime. We hug goodbye, and walk into our own directions.

I walk home with a big smile on my face. As soon as I arrive home I put away my groceries and make a short call to my mum telling her that I will come over to Cheshire and stay the night.  I pack my bags, send Eleanor a quick text that I won't be avalable for the rest of the weekend and make the 30 minute drive back home. 

"Luna, darling! I missed you!" My mum comes walking outside of the house, giving me a big hug and kiss on the cheek.

"I missed you too, mum." I smie. I walk inside, give my dad a kiss on the cheek while he continues cooking dinner. Mum and I sit at the table.