Picture Perfect (Zayn Malik)

Assumptions aren't always the answer (4)

The sunlight invaded my bedroom and I could feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. Removing my blanket, I hopped out of bed and made my way to the lounge where I dumped myself on the sofa which might I say was rather comfy. I switched the TV on and found myself flicking through the channels. Nothing grabbed my attention, so I settled with gossip girl. I never really stayed updated with this show. It was interesting, but I never really liked the idea of gossip. All that was portrayed within this show was jealousy, Revenge, Trouble and rich people with miserable lives. Every now and then I would find myself watching a few episodes, although it was only ever purely out of boredom, which is probably why I'm watching it now.

I heard a knock on the door, not bothering to think who it would be or what I looked like, I rushed over to the door and swung it open with a smile on my face. To my surprise it was Zayn. At this moment I had wished that I had checked my appearance before opening the door. Stupid, stupid, stupid me. Seriously I was still in my jeans and had Niall's jumper on. Niall's jumper? Oops. I had forgotten that I was wearing that. Too late now, I couldn't exactly take it off in front of Zayn hoping he hadn't seen it, I'm sure he had, I mean I was wearing it. As much as I knew he had seen it, I hoped that he hadn't.

"Good morning Bea... Mellisa. Slept well?" If I'm not mistaken, I'm sure he was about to say beautiful, but he didn't. I'm kind of glad he didn't. I could do without the blushing at this time of day.

"Morning. Yeah I guess i did" flashing him a smile, I stood there waiting for a reply and he was sure taking his time to give me one.

"Umm, me and the boys’ are going out for breakfast, I was.... umm we were wondering if, you would like to join us, only if you want to. Which I hope you do" those last few words were almost a whisper, but it was enough for me to hear, and I was surprised he had said that, but at the same time I was glad he had.

"I would love too" I probably looked like an idiot at this point as I had the widest smile spread across my face, but I pushed away the thought hoping I looked half normal.

"You ready?"

Ready? Was this boy okay? I looked like a zombie, my hair was everywhere, I hadn't changed my clothing or even had a chance to straighten out my now creased clothing.

"Haha do I look ready? I look like a mess"

"You look Bea... fine" there it was again. He was going to call me beautiful.

"Well I'm no where near ready, I haven't even changed" Zayn took a step back and was scanning my outfit before a puzzled expression came about.

"Umm, is that Niall's jumper" maybe I should have just said I was ready rather than saying something which was basically an invitation to scan my outfit and put Niall's outfit on show. It was too late, he had seen it which is exactly the opposite of what I hoped would have happened. For some reason I didn't look directly at Zayn which just made this situation that extra bit awkward than it already was.

"Ah yeah, he gave it to me last night while we were at the harbour cause I was cold and he said I could return it to him later since I was already warm in it" To him this probably didn't sound like the truth due to the shakiness of my voice, but it was the truth, every single word was the truth. I didn't even understand why this was a big deal, and why we were being so awkward about it.

"oh okay, well just knock on our door when you’re ready" without another word or even a smile Zayn was gone. I couldn't help but think that Zayn was upset because I took Niall's jumper when I was cold. Why did this have to happen to me? If I was upsetting Zayn and Niall all the time then why did they continuously ask for my company? I was no one and still am no one to them if you think about it. I'm only the girl who is staying next door to them, but I was glad they liked to spend time with me. I really liked them and I could use there company in the two weeks I would be staying here alone.