•Chloe's POV•
After drying the remaining droplets of shower water off of me, I pulled on some clean clothes for the day and threw last nights clothes into the hamper in my room.
My mind was swirling with different moments that had occurred at the party as I glided a brush through my wet hair.
It was a hell of a night, that's for sure.
I had met some of Zayn's friends; they're his friends right? I don't really know. He seems like he hates them all.
I laugh lightly at how hostile he always is around people. But the way he opened up to me last night, when he was explaining his tattoos, was quite amazing.
He always seems to keep to himself, but I think if I tried, I could crack him.
I'm broken out of my thoughts while swiping some mascara on my lashes when I hear faint knocks from the front door.
I put the tube of mascara on my bed side table before making my way out of my room and down the hall.
I reached the front door and got onto my tip toes to look through the peep hole and my eyebrows instantly narrowed at what I saw.
A head of thick, brown, hair half stuffed into a beanie came into view. He had his hands shoved down into the pockets of his black skinny jeans and sunglasses were hanging at the neck of his dark blue t-shirt.
Why the hell is Harry standing outside of my apartment.
Fiddling with my fingers and debating on what I should do, I bit my lip until I could feel blood rushing to the surface.
Wrapping my hand around the door knob, I pulled the door open and his piercing green eyes shot down to look at me.
"Hello, Chloe." His deep voice greeted me as a smirk smeared over his lips.
"Hi, Harry.." I say quietly and keep one hand on the door incase I need to slam it shut.
Because you know, who knows what he wants.
"You look beautiful today." Harry tells me and rakes his eyes over my shorty shorts and black sweater.
"Thanks?" It comes out of my mouth more of a question than an answer.
"Is Zayn here?"
"No, I think he went back to your gang house."
Harry nods in approval before pushing past me and into the living room.
"You're apartment is so much better looking than Zayn's." He tells me as I still stand at the door with it wide open.
I stare at him while his big eyes scan the place until they land back on me.
"Are you just going to keep the door open?" He asks and gives me a weird look.
I shake my head and slowly close the door; I keep my distance from him though.
He walks over to the wall where I have the pictures hung up of me and my parents and I instantly bite my lip.
"Is this you?" He coos with a small smile and points to the little wide eyed girl.
I nod and his eyes flick up to my parents that were standing at each of my sides when the picture was taken.
"...your parents?"
I nod again and his eyebrows narrow as he studies the photo. After a few moments, he sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes widen tremendously.
"What?" I ask in confusion and he takes a step back, his eyes meeting mine.
