I gasp once the door is open and he laughs at my reaction. But I can't help it, his apartment is decorated beautifully. All the furniture is white, and so are the walls but that only seems to make the other colours in the apartment pop more. He has a kitchen with green walls and black granite countertops, with a white oven and a black fridge.
Obviously noticing my expression, he says "And you haven't even seen the bedroom yet." With a smug look on his face, he leads me to his bedroom, and yet again I am shocked. He must have the corner suite because 2/4 of his walls are glass, and he has an amazing view of the city. He has a dark grey and white bed set, made perfectly on his king-sized bed, his walls are white like the living room, and he has colourful painting covering the wall.
"It-it's amazing!" I manage to say. "Thank you." He smiles. "just wondering are you planning on sleeping in jeans and a tanktop?" He said sarcastically. "I wasn't planning on it but I have nothing else to wear.." I answer. "You could borrow some of my clothes?" He suggests. "Okay." I answer but feel the butterflies in my stomach. "I'll be right back" he says. I sit down on the couch and look at the movies and things he has. He sure has a lot, and how does he afford this place if he's a college student? I should've known he had money from the car he was driving, I just didn't put them together I guess. "Erm, hey. I brought you two choices, you can where whatever." He says nervously. He's wearing just his boxers and I can see his abs, and I can't help but bite my lip and look at him. I realize what I'm doing and I quickly grab the pile with Pajama pants and his t-shirt, and give him a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry, where's the bathroom?" I chuckle. "In my room." He says. "Thank you." I reply. I head to his bedroom, then in the corner there is a door, I guess I thought it was a closet the first time. I open the door and it has matching granite countertops with the kitchen and has a green shower curtain and a green toilet. I shed my clothes and being to put on his. After I've gotten his t-shirt on I realize that those are boxers. Oh. I put them on but the cover almost half my leg so I decide it's okay.
After she goes into the bathroom I grab a couple of blankets and place them in te living room for her. I hope that's enough so she stays warm. I go to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water, then head back to my room. I'm glad she likes my apartment, I was worried she wouldn't. God, she's beautiful. I don't think I have ever seen someone so perfect. Her blue eyes look amazing with her dirty blonde hair, her lips full and pink. She walks out of the bathroom and my jaw drops as I push out my eyes hoping this is real. She looks so, so cute! My t-shirt on her looks 10 times too big and my boxers around her waist just fit, if I was one size bigger she wouldn't be able to wear them. God I wish I could have her sooner, but she's a virgin and I can't mess this up because if I do she will hate me forever. "I'm just going to put my clothes in my purse." She says, her voice soft. "Yeah, sure, um sorry." I say sounding like an idiot.
I walk out of the bathroom, and he is sitting on the bed, and his eyes pop when he sees me, I blush and say "I'm just going to go put my clothes in my purse."
"Yeah, sure, um sorry." he apologizes. "It's okay," I laugh. Nobody has ever looked at me like that before, like no one. But it made me feel better about myself, and I think that's what I need. I head back to the bedroom and say goodnight, but he says " Come here first." I do as he says and sit closer to him on the bed, and he lifts me onto his lap. He looks in my eyes and says, "You are beautiful." And then holds the back of my head and kissed me, hard. Before I realize it we have been making out for 10 minutes. "Goodnight, Zayn." I say and he answers "Goodnight baby." I kiss him one last time and crawl out of his bed and start toward the living room.
I whine at her when she says goodnight, but don't force her to stay, no matter how much I want to. "Goodnight baby." I say back to her. She kisses me and I wish this moment would never end. She crawls out of my bed and walks out the door. I lay down on my stomach and hope she has a good sleep, although I wish she was here beside me. This is so weird, I've never felt this way about a girl before. It feels like I can't be without her, like I'm happier with her.
I see he's placed 3 or 4 blankets on the audimon which I probably won't need but appreciate it. I take the quilt and lay down on the couch. It's a little uncomfortable but I've slept on worse.
I can't seem to sleep, I've been laying here for at least 4 hours. I sit up and stare at the wall for a minute, deciding wether or not to go ask Zayn if I can sleep with him in his bed. I decide I will and get up and walk quietly to his room. I push open the door and there he is, sound asleep. He looks so peaceful and cute. I whisper "Zayn?"
I hear her say my name, and I wonder if I'm imagining it.
I say "Alice, is that you?" And she answers me "Yeah, I can't seem to sleep, is it okay if I sleep with you?" I'm glad she came in here I feel so much more relaxed around her, and it makes me happy to know she feels the same. "Yeah, crawl in." I open the blankets for her and she stares at my body again. I giggle quietly but she doesn't notice. She gets in and closes the blankets around her, but I immediately grab her and pull her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her. She turns around to face me, and I open my eyes. She looks so pretty, her hair messy, her lips slightly parted and her large blue eyes. I lay down onto my back and she lays on her side, and begins to trace my tattoos and I feel my whole body relax. We both close our eyes and fall asleep, and I wake up to an alarm. "Sorry, sorry, I forgot to shut if iff for the weekend." I say, feeling embarrassed. "It's okay." She answers and her words sooth me. I press the snooze button and the loud noises stop. I go back into bed and grab her, holding her tight, as we fall back asleep. I wake up again at 12:45 and slowly sit up, trying to not wake her, but she notices my absence and pouts. "I'm a little hungry." She says to me and I slowly get up and grab her waist and kiss her, then head bathroom. "Wait here and I'll come out with you and we can make waffles." I smiles and enter.
I sit back down on the bed then I begin to make the bed, out of habit I suppose. He walks out and thanks me and then we head to the kitchen.
"They aren't that bad." I say.
"They are burnt and taste like grease," he laughs. "So when can I take you up on that dinner and movie?" I ask him. "Tonight?" He asks me. "Okay" I smile, and he kisses my nose.