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Zayn POV

I nodded not knowing what else to do. She asked me to follow her to another room and I did. She opened the door wide enough for both of us to walk in. I looked around at the guitars hanging on the wall and a paino in the corner. With many pictures of beegees, Micheal Jackson, pink Floyd and the Beatles around on the wall. She had a small shelf with albums and CD's. It looked like she loved music. There was a sofa and a small table. She asked me to have a seat "do you need a spare book?" She asked not looking directly at me but she was opening her bag "yes, I guess so" I said looking at what she was doing. She nodded and walked over to a small cupboard. She opened it and there were so many books, maybe of her music. She gave me a book and sat down.

"Let's start with lyrics and then we can work on the tune, tell me if you have an idea" I told her and she nodded sitting opposite me. It was like hours of us slightly writing lyrics. She looked hot and it was hard for me to even concentrate. I looked at the time and it was almost 6pm. I signed and went back to writing lyrics. Suddenly the door opened and a man with fine suit and a office bag entered, he smiled "hey tes" He said "hey dad" She said getting up and hugginh him and I got up too. "And you must be?" He asked smiling "hello sir, I am Zayn" I said shaking his hand "oh hello, it's been a long time since tes brought a friend over other than liam of course" And I smiled looked over at tessa who faked a smile.

Suddenly, we heard glass break. Tessa's face turned to worry "shit" She turned to run when she stubbled but her father caught before she could hit the ground and she winced and I just stood there "are you okay, tess?" He asked worriedly "y-yes, just stubbled at school today" She lied and I just looked at the formed purple bruise on her leg "dear, take care. Um, zayn could you open the first shelf there" He pointed over at and I did "there is a medical box, please give it to me" He asked and I did "no dad, go have a look what broke. I'll take care of myself. More over, I will cook dinner. You must be tired" Tessa said smiling a little "you aren't cookin-" When her father was interrupted with another sound of glass breaking "and I am cooking, now go" She said shooing her father as he ran across corridor and said "Zayn, take care of her!"

She tried getting up but failed. I gave her a hand but she hesitated but gave me her hand and she got up.
I took the box and applied stuff on her skin. Her skin was soft, delicate. She winced once or twice but then she stayed quiet.

When I was done, I placed the box were it was and there was a call on tessa's phone and it was her dad "dad says, he wanted you to stay for dinner" She said placing her hand over the phone "s-sure" I said.

So I was having dinner with tessa and her family