Cassette - z.m.

six.

"He wears ripped jeans all the time."

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I spent the last night twisting and turning. I couldn't sleep and I just couldn't rest in peace. I feel like I ran a bloody marathon last night and I don't even know why. Maybe I should change the mattress.

There were really weird dreams where a guy breaks into my house and I fight with him and he says that he'll live here and I kick him out or something like that. I can't remember anything, just like the other dreams of mine. And there was even that voice from the park!

I don't know what's happening to me, seriously. All this shifting and moving away is getting on my nerves, I think.

I sleepily rub my eyes and push the covers away. A slight morning breeze is blowing and the curtains are flapping softly. After brushing my teeth and washing my face with the cool water, I go to the balcony to bask in the early morning sun. There's a bird on the railing and it's really small and green and it's chirping softly.

Suddenly, I hear someone clanking the utensils and banging cupboard doors. This catches my attention. I slowly move towards the staircase and tip toe downstairs. I can see a guy holding a box of cereal in his hand and he seems to be having trouble finding a spoon. It's right there on the table idiot, I mentally roll my eyes but then I realise, holy shit! this is the guy from my dream!

Wow, did my dream come true? I wish I would've dreamt about something else like a basement full of nutella or a hot guy in my bed.

Why do I have a feeling that the latter has happened before?

I step in the kitchen just as the guy faces towards me and a shriek leaves his lips. The cereal bowl flies from his hand and now there's cereal everywhere. Even in his hair.

Oops, I scared him. Serves him right for scaring me like that last night. Of course I didn't forget. It wasn't just a dream.

And why does he always scream on seeing me? I'm not a freaking ghost, jeez.

"I see you've already found my cereal stash." I put my hands on the counter and lean in on it.

"Uh, yeah. I can't believe you eat those chocolate ones," He makes a face.

"Heyyy, chocolate ones are awesome. They are so nice and crunchy. If you don't like them then you have been eating the wrong cereal all your life." I sniff and find another bowl to eat cereal in.

"Huh, sure." He turns to leave the kitchen but I stop him.

"What? No comebacks today? Where's that sassy Zayn from yesterday? Or was that all just an act?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I just don't wanna waste my sass on a person who eats chocolate cereal." He smirks at me. He is casually leaning on the doorway, tired, with messed up hair and bedroom eyes and boy, does he look hot. If only he liked Chocos...

I mentally sigh and shake my head."Alright then. Just clean the mess here before you take your annoying ass out the door, hobo." I say to him.

"Ah, seems like 5 hours of sleep don't really contribute to your creative skills." He takes his hands out of his pockets and fold his arms, still leaning on the doorway.

"Yeah, thanks to you. If you weren't there to ruin my night I would've slept blissfully." I put some cereal in my bowl and pour milk over it.

"I don't think it was ruined completely because Zayn Malik in your bed, in the middle of the night. Oooh, you have nothing to complain about." He enters the kitchen fully and starts towards the counter, next to where I'm standing. He takes another spoon from the stand and scoops some cereal from my bowl before I can protest. I frown at him and turn my back, protecting my cereal bowl.