Lo•ve
/luh-v/
noun
Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be cupcakes and rainbows, if you find the one for you. You expect it to be easy. But no, if you find the one, you have to fight for them. It'll never be easy. Love is not a plan. It is a ce...
[Songs for the chapter: Love me harder- Ariana Grande, Dancing on my own- Calum Scott]
Tori's P.O.V
I've been standing in front of his door for more than five minutes.
I take a deep breath and knock on the door three times, and wait for Zayn to open the door.
Soon the door opens with Zayn standing on the other side with big smile across his face.
He's wearing a grey T-shirt and some black skinny jeans, not something I'd usually stare at. The keyword being 'usually'.
"Hey pretty." He says still smiling.
"Hey," I say, as I walk inside his house.
"This is one fancy house." I make a remark.
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(Inside of Zayn's house)
"Yeah, I guess it is." He smiles sheepishly.
"So, you live alone?" I say, looking around the place.
"My mom and dad visit me sometimes, separately of course, but except that basically yeah." He gives me a small smile.
"Doesn't it feel empty? I mean it's a huge house and you're only one person."
"It does sometimes," he grabs both my hands and pulls me closer, "and that is why you should come over more often." He grins.
He sits down on a couch and pats the space beside him.
"Enough about me," He looks at me, "You look beautiful."
Zayn's blue eyes look at me from head to toe, from my freshly shaved legs to my shorts, to my chest and finally my eyes.
"Subtle." I say.
"Wasn't trying." He smirks.
I curse myself to let him have that kind of effect on me, as I turn red. Me, being as stupid as I am thinking it was a great idea to put my hair up in a bun, I can't even hide my face behind my hair.
"I like it when you blush. I think I've told you that before." He slurs.
"Yeah, you have." I say, looking down at my feet.
"I should probably say it more." He says, placing his index finger under my chin.
He lifts my chin up and makes me look into his eyes, as he bites his lips.
Nice try.
"Why did you tell me to wear nice clothes?" I ask, quickly changing the topic.
He smirks, catching on but continues anyway, "See there's this place, a bar. Actually one of the guys from our school told me about it, it's pretty popular among them. They like to hang out there often, mainly because of the fact that they give alcohol to underage people."
