Heartless

Chapter 2

Zayn's POV

I wake up and it's around 10:30 in the morning. The sheets are down to my hips, and the cold from the room makes me shiver.

She didn't give me her name, and I was pretty bummed out, but didn't show it.

Yes, I was a total dick to her when we first met, but like I said, it's in my blood. By 'in my blood', meaning that I'm genuinely as she says 'heartless'. There was never a need to be nice or happy all the time.

I only have four main friends, and their names are Harry, Liam, Louis, and Niall.

Harry is the most happiest out of all of us, but he never bothers any of us. He's also the cook of the place. Whenever he's around, he's cooking something for us. And damn he's pretty good at it.

Liam is pretty much our head guy, always the one who tells us where the hottest clubs are. He knows the owners to all of the clubs in the area, which means that we get free drinks, and free entry.

Louis is the one that gets set off easily, and the one who gets drunk the fastest. It's actually funny when he's drunk, because he starts murmuring random s.hit. But hey, he's a great guy, and a funny person.

And then there's Niall. Unlike us, he doesn't have tattoos, but we don't judge him. He says that tattoos are like permanent stickers that stay on forever. He's the second one to get drunk at the club, and the last to go to bed.

They all live together in a big house out of Bradford, but it's close. I've seen it, and it's pretty big, and there are still empty rooms. The guys wanted to live together because they know each other too much for them to live separate. Me? I wanted to try living on my own, as it's pretty cool.

We all have been friends since kindergarten. Crazy right? We have a special bond that no one can explain, but I'm not the person to be soft about it.

When I get out of bed, I head to the bathroom and take a shower. The water runs cold before it heats up to the warm temperature as is runs down my body. After washing my body an hair, I turn off the water and step out. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I head to my bedroom and dry myself off. I decide to just wear a white tank top with sweats before heading out my bedroom and into the kitchen area.

After I make myself a cup of tea, I sit on my couch and watch some Tv show while I text the boys to come over and hang out.

Carissa's POV

When I wake up, it's eleven in the morning and I get up to freshen up for the day.

The shower was relaxing, and I just decide to wear a pair of blue lounge shorts with a red tank top. After making my bed, I head into the kitchen and heat up a hot pocket before heading into the living room to sit down.

Zayn said that he wanted to continue the conversation we had this morning, which is weird because he's usually cold.

After finishing my breakfast, I brush my teeth and slip on my pair of black Vans before heading out of my apartment, grabbing my keys. When I lock my door, I turn around to see a boy with brown curly hair knock on Zayn's apartment door and stand there.

When he turns around, a smile appears on his lips as he looks at me up and down.

"Hello love, what's your name?" He asks, running a hand through his hair.

"Carissa," I can help but smile back at him. He's wearing a gray V-neck shirt with jeans that look like they're hugging his legs and boots, but his figure doesn't intimidate me. But seriously though, how can he wear those skinny jeans?