Changes

Chapter 3.

I woke up early the next day, my mind is racing with all the thoughts and worries of the day. Leaving the country to New York, I surely had countless things I had to do organize, plan even.

After all that happened last night the so called frat party, I cringed at the thought it was the strangest gathering I had ever been to. At least I found some what decent people to befriend, Carter and Michael; hopefully i will see them today.

As I got out of my comfy warm bed and stretched a little, trying to shake the evil vision out of my head.

I looked to my side to see an untouched bed next to the bathroom. Instantly a frown covered my face. I would have loved to get to know Bree, even though she's not someone who I would normally jump on the chance to get to know but from the few minutes passed with her she was really kind and welcoming. We are roommates after all might as well get to know her.

Making my way towards the bathroom, I took some time freshening up. The steam from the long shower started clouding the whole room. I closed my eyes, absorbing the feeling of the stinging hot water on my bare skin.

Finally a proper shower, I remembered how my mother always finished the hot water every morning. She literally took half an hour. Who does that?

Somehow, in the midst of washing my hair, my mind drifted to yesterday; hoping that there wasn't going to be a repeat. I didn't like how he made me feel it's the strangest feeling, commonly when I would have a good looking stranger stare at me I would give them the look "stop fucking staring" eyes and look away cause they're drunk or just look like creeps but him I couldn't.

Goose bumps rose on my body at the slightest thought of him, my body reacting as if he were right in front of me staring me down rather than nowhere to be found. I never had a guy have this much toll on me and he's far from my type he screams bad boy with his ridiculous tattos and lip piercing.

After my shower, dryed my hair, still covered in a towel. When I was done, I wrapped my hair in a messy bun and headed to my room looking for the clothes I'II be wearing today. I picked a pair of dark blue jeans, with a grey 1975 t-shirt. As I put on my last peace of clothing I heard nocks on the door.

I swung it wide open to see Zayn, I could see the spark in his eyes, the sincere smile. My eyes trailed to his hand and I instantly started grinning."Coffee?" He asked.

"Yes, Thank you."I replied with a hint of distance in my low voice. I was still upset by his sudden dnt flee the other day. He handed me the hot coffee in between his tan fingers. I really needed this right now, like many other coffee addicts, coffee has always been a-what I consider crucial part of my day.

Then, suddenly he was stepping forward. His eyes stared deeply into mine. I felt his large hand cup my sholder and squeeze lightly.

"Are you okay?," Zayn spoke again. His voice was deep hint of worry cracked in between syllables. He knows me too well.

"How do you know Bree and the others?"I beamed. Without hesitation, this question was lurking in my mind ever since the party. I needed to know.

He answered steadily,"My sister knows one of them the blonde one, they use to date actually." his eyes blinking a bit too much. And continue,"it's funny how people cross paths." He said with a light chuckle.

"Niall?"I said, raising my brows in shock, I new his sister very much all those nights I stayed over their house, her dating someone like him baffled me she was never into bad boy images.

"Yes..how do-"

"Well when you left me alone last night to fed for myself,"I said rolling my eyes," I found some friends of my own."