Los Angeles—the city where all of your dreams come true. Rosie Jones couldn’t have imagined a life better than the one she’s currently living. She had just moved into a new apartment and meets a guy from across the hall, who has a secret of his own. Everyone warned her about him, but she didn’t listen. What happens when all of your dreams comes crashing down?


4. Three

“Dad, I’m doing just fine here. I am loving LA. My job pays well. You don’t have to worry about me so much.” Since the day I moved here, my dad would call once or twice a week to check in. I know he was just being the paternal father figure, but he had nothing to worry about. At least, not with me.

“I know Rosie. I just want to make sure you’re doing okay. We miss you here.” said he. Though I felt like the ‘we’ was meant to be an ‘I’ but my dad figured that Rebecca would be listening. We talked on the phone for another minute before I was interrupted by a knock at the door.

I bid goodbye to my dad and promised that we’d talk again. I hung up the phone and went immediately to the door to answer it. When I opened the door to my surprise, it was Zayn. The party Cheryl was throwing was one week away. I had given to her what I had written for the interview I had with Harry.

Surprisingly, she loved it. Zayn stood at the doorway and asked if he could come in to talk. “Yeah, sure.” I stepped aside. He entered the apartment. I caught a whiff of his cologne. Oh the smell… it’s antagonizing. I closed the door behind him and asked him if he wanted some coffee. “Just plain.” said he. I walked into the kitchen to pour him and myself a cup. I wondered why he decided to come over.

Eventually I did tell Jane about the interview with Harry, but I have yet to tell her about Zayn. The less she knows, the better. I handed him the cup and told him that it was hot. He took a sip and commented on my apartment. I’m sure his looks about the same as mine does, except maybe less cluttered I’m assuming.

“Thanks. What brings you over?” I asked. He sat down on the couch, which led me to sit down as well. I kept my distance from him. I didn’t want to catch a scent of his intoxicating cologne again. I would go weak if I had one more sniff. “An old friend of mine is hosting a party, would you like to come?”

He stole my line, sort of. There was a bit of hesitation when I asked about when the party would be taking place. He replied to me that it would be this Saturday. I had two days to give an answer. I could say yes now and go dress shopping tomorrow. “If not, I can always ask-“

“No, I’d… I’d love to go with you.” I interrupted with a smile. I just met the guy a week ago. I wonder if this is going a bit too fast. A part of me was telling me yes, but I didn’t care. Zayn smiled, “Great. It starts at 5, so I’ll stop by and we’ll drive over to the venue together.”

We continued to talk some more before he said he had to go. As soon as he left, I started to panic. I only panicked over what I was going to wear since nothing in my closet sufficed. It was set in stone. I was going to a party with Zayn Malik, and I wasn’t sure whether or not I was going to like it.

The next morning when I went to work, Jane told me that were was a vase with flowers on my desk. What? As soon as I approached the desk, Jane was right. “Is there a card?” asked she. I looked and saw that there was. I picked it up and read it.

It was nice seeing you again after all these years.

Time has surely gone by so fast.

But to me, you are still beautiful Rosie Jones.


I smiled at the sweet note from Harry. “H? Is that a secret admirer?” I shook my head and told her that it was an old friend. She pressed on, wanting me to continue. I told her that the ship had sailed when we went our separate ways. “You should invite him to the party.” she suggested.

“I have somebody else in mind.” I told her before getting started on my work for the day. That Saturday hours before the party, I had decided to go dress shopping after furiously looking through my closet and seeing I had nothing to wear. I found the right dress after going to five different stores and trying on at least seven different dresses.

Just a quarter until 5, there was a knock at my door. I was all prepped and ready to go for the party Zayn invited me to. I opened the door and saw him before me in a buttoned up long-sleeve with matching dark jeans. “Beautiful.” he smiled.

“Ready to go?” I nodded and exited my apartment. I locked the door before we walked down the hallway together. Zayn has yet to tell me where we are headed, but I figured that it would be a surprise. “I hope I’m not overdressed.” said I.

“No, just perfect.” I blushed at his compliment. He accompanied me out to his car once we exited the main building. An Aston Martin sat outside in the parking lot. How can Zayn afford a car like this? He opened the passenger door. I slid in before he closed it. He walked around the back of the car and got in.

The car’s interior was so exquisite that I was afraid to touch the upholstery. “It’s a car Rosie, it won’t bite.” joked Zayn. He started the car and began the drive down the highway. I wondered where we were going. We chatted briefly before arriving at our destination just 20 minutes later.

We got of the car when Zayn led me inside. We entered through the main doors at the hotel. What kind of party was this? I followed Zayn to the elevators and got in. We stepped out on the third floor where all the ballrooms were located. We entered Ballroom A, where there were at least a 100 or so people inside.

There could’ve been more, but that would take too long to count. “Zayn, glad you could make it.” A brown haired man approached Zayn and gave him a quick hug. I assumed that this was the old friend Zayn had referred to earlier this week. Zayn greeted the man before introducing me. “Rosie, I’d like you to meet Louis Tomlinson.”

Louis Tomlinson had blue eyes to go along with his styled brown hair. He wore a white buttoned up long sleeved shirt and a blue blazer on top with matching pants. He held out his hand towards my direction. “Nice to meet you Rosie.” said he.

I reached out to shake his hand while giving a polite smile before pulling away from the shake. Eventually after a short chat, he walked away to mingle with other people. Zayn didn’t want to talk with anyone else, except me. “How do you two know each other?” I asked when we were seated on some chairs outside the ballroom.

“Lou and I work together. He’s more of the socializer, if you couldn’t already tell. I’m the reserved one between the two of us. I do like parties and going out, but it’s not fun going alone. Besides, there’s this one girl from who keeps on trying to flirt with me. I try to explain to her that I’m not interested, but she continues to persist.” said Zayn.

“Who are you interested in?” Should I have asked that question? There was this playful look in Zayn’s eyes that I’ve never seen before with him. I have seen the look in others, but something about this look was different. I don’t know Zayn all that well.

From what I can tell, he must have some sort of reputation with women. I think I have a clear idea that a lot of the women inside the ballroom were wanting to fling themselves at him, which could mean he was a player. I didn’t want to assume anything.

Though, I couldn’t help but notice the women who were giving me mean glances. It’s like they were jealous that I came to the party with Zayn as his date. When did I all of a sudden make this a big issue? It’s not like I’m Zayn’s girlfriend, even though potentially I’d like to be. “Just some neighbor.” he smiled. 

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