Chapter Twenty-Three
Zayns pov
Zayn: Shall I pick u up, or r u coming to my place?
Alex: is it already that late?
Z: yeah haha
A: umh can you pick me up? I’m at cece’s
Z: sure, where does she live?
Turns out Alex is one of those typical girls who is not ready when she is supposed to be ready. I am used to this, cause Perrie was never ready when she was supposed to be. She learned me to be patient with these kind of things, and that I better ask if she is ready an hour before we have to go, so she will be ready when she needs to be. Another thing I used to do is tell Perrie we were leaving at six, when we’re actually leaving at seven, so she would be ready sooner. But that was when I started to get annoyed by her not being on time, but with Alex I’m okay with it, cause nine out of ten times I’m also really late.
I drive over to Cecelia’s house, park the car and walk over to the front door, ringing the bell.
“Who are you and what do you want?” A grumpy girl, who opened the door, says. She is smaller than Alex, has a pale skin, long straight brown hair, and an American accent.
“This is Cece’s house right?” I ask, actually a bit scared of her.
“She isn’t the only one living here, but she does live here, unfortunate”
“Well, I’m here for Alex, so…”
“So you want to come in right?”
“Well, umh… yes, I guess?”
“I’ll take that as a yes” she says stepping aside, “It’s upstairs, there are these huge letters on her door so I think you can find it yourself”
“Uhm, okay, well thank you”
Damn what a creep. I’ve never really been that scared of someone.
I walk up to Cece’s room and knock on her door.
“Password?” I hear someone, I guess Cece say.
“Don’t tease him like that and let that boy in” Alex says.
“No, Zayn what’s the password?”
“Uhm, Alex is really beautiful and I love her?” I say as the door opens.
“Ah, that’s so wrong but you are so cute”
She lets me into her room, as I hear Alex say she is in the bathroom, that’s included with Cece’s room. I sit down on Cece’s bed and she walks over to Alex. This room is just like any other typical girly room, there are cloths on the ground, make-up on her desk, her books are hidden in her bookshelf and there are pictures of her, her family and her friends hanging on the wall. It’s not that bad but it’s still a girly room.
“Hi cutie” Alex says with a smile walking back into Cece’s room.
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Stay Real - z.m.
ספרות חובבים*COMPLETED*Stay real, one thing you should never forget. Be yourself no matter what. Don’t act like someone you are not. Stay true to, not only yourself, but to everyone you know. Don’t lie about who you are, or what you do. Just stay real. Can't be...
