Zayn had offered to help me out at home, considering I lived
alone at 19 years old.
I walked into my bedroom and saw poster after poster of Zayn.
"I'm sorry, this is really stalkerish..."
"Nah, it's alright, I'm pretty used to it."
Apparently, Zayn was in a band called One Direction, and I guess
I really used to love them. Zayn, especially.
"Here, lay down. I'll go find something from the kitchen
for you to snack on." How can he just walk into my house and
think he can just do whatever he wants? Well, I'm lazy, so I
I laid down on my bed and cuddled my pillow.
I took the iPhone off of my table, and saw that I had a new
Dominick: you good?! i'm scared sh/tless. text
I would've texted back, if I could remember for the life of
me who he was...
I looked through all 423 contacts I had.
I remembered Mom, Dad, Damian, Christian, and Poppy.
Zayn came back with a cut up apple and some caramel.
"I noticed you didn't have any peanut butter in this
joint, what the hell?!" I laughed. I remembered why.
"I'm allergic!" He shook his head, stealing an
apple from the plate before giving it to me. Damn, he did
I dipped my apple slice, and ate it in two bites.
When I was finished, I looked up at Zayn.
"I'm gonna go to bed, okay? I think I'll be alright,
you can leave now."
He raised his eyebrow.
"You crazy? I can't leave you alone, you hardly remember
anything. And worse, you live alone, with a dog. I'm staying
"Oh come on, just for the night. It won't
I rolled over and pulled my knees to my chest, closing my
I felt something move on the other side of my Queen bed, I turned
and saw Zayn's silhouette.
"What? No. Get out of my bed."
Zayn mumbled about finding a blanket and sleeping on the floor,
but I drifted off quite quickly.
It's been a long day for me.