I use my key to open the door to the apartment and shut it with my foot when I’m inside. I dig through the pile of mail in my arms putting Paige’s on the counter. I take throw mine on my bed when I get into my room.
I know Bree was up late doing some shoots for the movie so I figure she is still sleeping but I will put her mail on her bedside table. I open the door to our shared bathroom and walk through to the door to her room and open it.
When I open the door I see the back of Harry’s head and I notice clothes lying on the floor. Bree looks up at me, she is using her comforter to cover her body.
“I-I-I’m sorry,” I stutter embarrassed. I drop the envelopes in my hands and turn to leave quickly.
I walk back through the bathroom into my own room and out through the door I left open. I pass by the door of Bree’s room going to leave the apartment when I realize I left my keys on my bed.
I turn around and nearly run into Bree, she is dressed in her housecoat.
“I j-just was going to grab my keys and leave,” I say struggling through the words.
“You don’t have to go anywhere.” Bree says.
“But you and Harry,” I say wishing I knocked.
“Harry is sleeping, come on I feel like some hot chocolate. I’ll even make one for you.” She says walking past me.
I follow her into the kitchen. She heats up the water in mugs in the microwave while I go to sit at the kitchen island.
“I’m sorry I should have knocked,” I say as she sits down and hands me one of the mugs now filled with the cocoa in it.
“It’s fine, Harry and I were just relaxing. He fell asleep and I guess that should be expected after two rounds. We should come up with a signal, like a scrunchy on the door. That way you don’t walk in on me and Harry and I won’t end up walking in on you and Zayn.” She says.
I almost spit up my sip of cocoa. My face is turning red and I know it is not from the drink.
One of Bree’s eyebrows raises as she studies my reaction.
“You haven’t done it yet,” She figures out.
I shake my head no.
“I’ll be honest with you Carla, out of all the people I thought to be innocent I’m surprised about you and Zayn. Are you two waiting till marriage?” She asks taking a sip of her drink.
I look up at Bree, even though I have only known her a fraction of the time I have known other people I still trust her. I know that she is my friend. I tell her something I have never told anyone, not even my mum or Zayn.
“I don’t know what I’m waiting for,I love Zayn but I’m afraid to have sex with him.” I start to say. “I’m afraid if I do then he will leave me like he did Lori. They were each others first and he left her for me. If I have sex with him then he could realize that he doesn’t love me and leave me.” I feel tears stinging my eyes. Bree starts rubbing my back to comfort me.
“I’m not a love guru but I do know something about guys. And I can tell you that Zayn loves you. I have never seen a guy that cares for anyone as much as he cares for you. If you asked him to he would give up everything for you.” Bree says. I look up into her hazel eyes and see her honesty.
I need to talk with one more person before I decide if I’m continuing my relationship with Zayn or not. I have to talk with them even if it pains the both of us.
I go to put my empty mug in the sink. I turn and face Bree who is still drinking at the kitchen island.
“Promise me one thing, only have sex with Harry in your room. I don’t want to find the both of you in the shower together.”
“Well you might want to get the disinfectant wipes out now,” She says with a mischievous smile. “I’m kidding.” She giggles.
I go over to her and give her a playful punch.
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Writing Music ( A Zayn Malik love story)
FanfictionThirteen-year old Carla did not like the idea of moving across the Atlantic Ocean until she met a brown-eyed boy. Could either of them have guessed that the same boy would become one of the most famous teenage musicians just a few years later?
