Instead of going to Cheryl's party, I spent the entire day with Zayn. I would hope that she would understand my reason for not being able to make it. I was surprised that, when I saw her at work yesterday, she was actually okay with it.
Jane was surprised as well. Also, she was saddened to hear that I couldn't go and wished that I could make it. "So you ditched a party to hang out with me?" asked Zayn. We were in his apartment across the hall. His apartment wasn't much different from mine, except for the furniture and the layout of the apartment.
His kitchen was on the left, mine on the right. I'm sure the bedrooms would look different as well. Zayn had a better television than I did. I don't know what he does for a living, but it seems like the job pays well. I shrugged, "I would rather be here with you than at a part with people who probably don't even like me and pretend that they do."
The two of us were on the couch casually watching some television. It was a medical drama show that I showed no interest in particular. Neither of us were focused on the show at all. We were just interested in each other. "I like you." said he. I wondered if he meant that in a friend way or something more. It was hard to read men sometimes.
"You do?" I furrowed my eyebrows together. Zayn turned off the television and sat up to face me. He nodded and told me that I was a beautiful woman. He admired the fact that I can take care of myself after moving out of my dad's place.
I told him about my living situation before I had made the move to Los Angeles. I told him about my step-mom and step-sisters. I didn't like the fact that they constantly bossed my dad and I around the house when I was growing up. "I'm glad I moved out. I didn't want to be trapped there forever." I looked down at my hands.
Zayn reached out and caressed my cheek. My eyes met his hazel ones. There was something about the way he looked at me that always got me so heated. I felt my cheeks flush and turned away instantly. Even Harry has never made me feel this way before. "What are you doing here in Los Angeles?" he asked.
"I want to aspire to become a singer. I don't know if that's even possible." I sighed.
"Why don't you sing for me? I have a recording booth down the hallway." Of course you do. I shook my head and told him that I was shy. I normally don't sing in front of people, even though I record myself in front of a camera in my apartment.
"I'm sure you have a great voice." Zayn stood up and reluctantly, I did as well. I followed him down the hallway to one of the rooms. How wealthy is he? I questioned him about his job. He chuckled lightly and told me that he works for a record label, along with Louis.
He told me that his hobby was singing, but he could never get into the industry. It was too much stress. "I can refer you to the manager, but you have to record only one song for him to take a listen." Could this be my big break? If there was a small chance that I did make it as a singer, I would have Zayn to thank.
I nodded and entered the booth. I have never been in one of these booths before, but I've always been curious. There was no instrumental accompaniment, so I guess I was going in raw. When I finished my original song after a few run-throughs, Zayn said that he would email the sound file to his manager.
"You have to sing for me now." I smirked. The two of us were out on the balcony during the late evening. We had just finished eating dinner and were drinking our glasses of wine. Zayn smiled, "One day you will, but not tonight. You have a beautiful singing voice by the way."
I blushed, "Thanks. Though, you are not the first person who has told me that."
"Who's the first?"
"My dad. I was only eight and was in the talent show. I didn't win, but my dad told me never to stop trying. Because of him, I'm not going to give up singing even if I have to continue to work for a magazine company."
"Who do you work for?"
"Oh." Zayn took a sip of his wine and looked away. The silence between us became awkward. Did he know Cheryl? It almost sounded like her name was familiar to him. I didn't want to ask because I felt that the question would've been too personal.
"What else do you do besides producing music?" I hope that would be a change of topic. Zayn seemed to be relieved that I changed the topic. It still bothered me that he was almost rigid at the mention of Cheryl's name. I'm sure in time he would open up and tell me about it.
We talked for another hour or so before I said I had to go back to my apartment. "Rosie, stay." Zayn had reached out and touched my hand before I could head inside. There was a wave of different sensations that traveled up my arm and scattered throughout my body.
He had stood up and faced me. I was either going to regret this decision or not. Fuck it. I thought silently before wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. For a split second, Zayn hesitated. Then I felt his arms wrap around me.
He lifted my leg to wrap around his waist. I jumped a bit as he held me up with both arms. He carried me to the bedroom and set me down on the bed. His hands began to roam my body. They went underneath my shirt and under my bra. His hands gripped my breasts. I let out a soft moan, feeling him caress them softly.
Then they traveled down to the hemline of my pants and unbuttoned them. He pulled them down, along with my panties. He began to rub me there, going in slow circles. He teased me with his fingers. He made it so difficult to suppress my moans.
I was most afraid of the other neighbors hearing us. I took of my shirt while he unhooked my bra. After he undressed himself, he hovered over me. He kissed my lips, still with one hand teasing me. I noticed that he had numerous tattoos that I hadn't paid any attention to since our first meeting.
Maybe he was just good at covering them up. "Mmm, I hate you for being a tease." I smirked. He grinned and rubbed his body against mine in a slow thrusting motion. I wanted him so bad. I have never wanted anyone this way before.
He pleasured me enough so that when my body was ready for him, he could slide right in. Of course, he took out a condom. He didn't want an unwanted pregnancy, as much as I didn't want it either. He eased his way in ever so smoothly that when he started, the slight pain turned into immediate pleasure.
I closed my eyes while the sounds of moaning echoed throughout the room. Our bodies were so close together that I worried I was going to smell like his cologne after we were finished. My arms wrapped around him. My nails dug into his back.
No other moment could compare to this very one. Something about it was pure. Something about it felt so right. I couldn't exactly tell who wanted who more, him or I. Though it was clear to me that we both wanted each other.
Although it's only been a week since I've known Zayn, I felt like I've known him for a lot longer than that. The next morning, I found myself waking up alone. I didn't bother to call out his name. I figured that he wasn't home. I got out of bed to being the search of where I tossed my bra and panties.
Clothes were scattered throughout the room. I put them on immediately once I found where they were lying on the carpeted floor. Quickly I begin to get dressed. As soon as I exited the bedroom, Zayn was entering the apartment. "Leaving so soon?" He had a bag in one hand and his keys in the other.
"I have to meet up with someone from work." I answered.
"You can't leave on an empty stomach. I brought us breakfast." He set the bag down on the counter. He took out a styrofoam box that contained scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and hash browns. My mouth watered just by the smell of it all. "Okay, I'll stay for breakfast." I smiled and sat down at the counter.
Zayn grabbed us each a fork. The opened box was mine. I noticed that he had one for himself. "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine. I think I might be sore from last night."
He smiled, "I enjoyed last night." I blushed and continued eating my breakfast. After finishing up my food, I had to say goodbye to Zayn. Once I entered my apartment, there five missed calls on my phone. I hadn't realized that I shut off my phone for the weekend.
Two of the calls were from Jane, one from Harry, and another two from dad. I listened to Jane's first. As I had guessed, she was frantic because I hadn't been picking up my phone lately. She told me to call back to let her know that I didn't fall off the face of the planet.
Harry's message was about wanting to meet up again soon. Also, he was checking to make sure that I was alright. I felt bad for ignoring his calls. I had a really nice time with Harry when I was interviewing him back at the pier. The two of us were getting along just like old times. Maybe I should see him again sometime.
The two missed calls from my dad weren't from him. They were from Rebecca, my step-mom. Now, I found this very odd. She never calls me, not even to check up on me. Not once did she treat me like one of her daughters. It was obvious that she didn't like me, only because I resembled my mom.
Rebecca said that it was urgent and that I should call back once I received her message. Dad's number was the first I dialed of the three. I waited two rings. "It's about time you called." Hannah's voice came through on the other end.
"Put my dad on the phone." I said. I was not in the mood to deal with Hannah or Chloe. Hannah told me that he couldn't come to the phone and that he was in the hospital. Of all the times my dad calls me, he doesn't bother to tell me what was going on with him. "Why is he there?"
"He's sick Rosie. He's been in the hospital this past week. He won't let mom into the room, not even me or Chloe. He wants you." With that being said, I hung up the phone. Dad... in the hospital?