UltraViolet

Chapter 16

By the time I got back to Zac's room, arms weighed down with supplies, he was fast asleep.

I'd got distracted from cleaning his hand earlier so I collected the first aid kit from the kitchen and then searched for a plastic bowl. There was a high chance if he was going to be sick he wasn't going to make it to the bathroom. Thankfully it didn't take too long to find one in a cupboard with a load of cleaning products.

I piled the first aid kit, a glass and some aspirin into the bowl, before leaving it on the kitchen counter top so I could deal with the broken glass. I didn't know what time Zac's parents would get home, or if both of them were still living here if what Zac had said was true, but either way I didn't want someone to walk on the glass.

I quickly got a broom from the cupboard and got started. After sweeping it into a dustpan and brush I left it on the floor, deciding I'd come back to deal with it later.

As quietly as I could so not to wake him up, I filled him up a glass of water from the tap in his en-suite bathroom and left it on his bedside table with some aspirin. Then I pulled up his desk chair next to the bed and finished off cleaning up his hand.

It was badly bruised already but as far as I could tell it didn't look broken. You'd think this time would be easier with him asleep but that didn't stop me getting distracted by his handsome face. The fact that I could watch him without getting caught allowed me to practically memorise his features.

When I decided I was being a little creepy I explored his room. His room was definitely a lot neater than Jacob's. His walls were a deep blue and covered with posters of his favourite bands, a lot that I could appreciate as I have a similar music taste to the boys. Probably because Jacob practically forced me to like everything he liked when we were kids.

Unlike Jacob's room where you could barely walk without tripping over clothes, Zac's floor was bare apart from the top and jeans he'd just taken off. As something to do I picked them up and folded them at the end of his bed.

I'd feel bad for snooping but he'd asked me to stay and it wasn't like I could just stare at his bedroom walls until he woke up. Plus I can't lie and say I'm not intrigued by his room. I've known Zac for years, we basically grew up together but unlike Dylan whose favourite subject was talking about himself and Luke who was an open book, Zac was mostly a mystery.

His desk didn't show me anything interesting apart from his school books and homework. A maths test paper with an A* was sat on top of a pile of textbooks which made me roll my eyes. Of course the subject that I believed was made by the devil was the one he was a genius at.

I explored the contents of a bookcase which held less books and more CDs, vinyls, notepads filled with what looked like song lyrics. I spent a lot of time looking over everything before going back to his desk where my eyes fell on his computer.

Before I could stop myself I nudged the mouse making the screen come to life and illuminate my face.

Zac's Spotify page filled the screen which piqued my interest. Before I could tell myself I was being too nosey I plonked myself down in the desk chair, pulled on his headphones that were still plugged into the computer and picked a playlist to listen too. I glanced over the recently added and couldn't help but smile when I saw Muse Starlight was on the list. Instantly flashbacks to the both of us singing at the top of our voices in Zac's car filled my mind.

Just like the cds and vinyls he has, most of the music on his playlists were by artists I already knew or listened too. I concluded his music taste was pretty damn good although there was a little room for improvement.
Mainly out of boredom and also for a laugh I created a playlist on my own Spotify on my phone and shared it to him. I gradually filled up the playlist with songs he didn't currently have saved, songs from Imagine Dragons, Frank Ocean, Bombay bicycle club.