I sit on the step waiting for Zayn while I listen to the calming water coming from the backyard. It was about 10 minutes until Zayn's arrival.
"Hello my darling." He teases making his way over to me with my stuff in his hand.
"Hello my love." I tease back and I get up to grab my stuff back from him. We both take a seat on the step and chill for a bit.
"So my dad isn't too happy right now." I say out of the blue.
"How so?" He asks running four fingers through his hair fixing it.
"He said that I had an "attitude" while I was talking to him and I think overall he was just mad that I left yesterday and was gone for the whole night without telling him." I confess to Zayn.
"Well I'm guessing you don't want to go back in there.." He says looking at me and I play with a loose string on my sweater.
"Well the problem is I don't think I'm even allowed to." I tell him.
"What do you mean?" He asks confused.
"When we were talking he got really frustrated and told me to leave, but I don't know if that meant for good." I say.
"Well." He pauses looking straight ahead. "You know that if he did mean that, you could always stay with me..my mum wouldn't mind." He says making it clear.
"I know thank you." I say kicking loose gravel from beneath my feet. "And just promise me that if you get famous, you'll still be my friend." I tease trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, no promises." He teases and I laugh. "Just joking, I promise I will." He nudges me and wraps his right arm around my waist so he could pull me close to him.
"Good luck tomorrow alright?" I say looking up at him.
"Thank you." He says and gives me a loving smile.
