2. That Boy Again
"Now where are they?" I mutter to myself while searching for the keys to my apartment. I search through my purse but still don't find them. Then I look through the peephole and see the shining silver keys sitting on my kitchen table. "Crap."
"Do you need some help?" Harry comes up from behind me.
"No, I don't need any of your help."
"May I help?" A boy with brown eyes and dark brown hair stands next to Harry.
"I don't know what you could do." I sigh.
"I could call the landlord." He suggests.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm Zayn." And then he gets his phone out of his pocket and dials a few numbers and walks away.
"So you let him help you but not me? What has the world come to?" Harry looks at me.
"He's not the one who interrupted a perfectly good walk.
"That's just cold."
"Okay, he said he won't be able to come until tomorrow." Zayn comes back.
"Ughh. What am I going to do until then?" I ask. My caramel colored hair hangs in my face.
"Well do you have any family you could stay with?" Zayn asks.
"Not that I know of....or want to."
"You could..um....stay with me in my apartment?" Zayn shrugs.
"Thanks." I say.
"No problem." Then he puts his arm around me and we walk to his apartment leaving Harry behind.