"Will! I swear to god if you don't give me all my clothes back I will attack you!" I shout down the hall as I stalk towards his room in my dressing gown, more than a bit upset with him.

He took almost my entire closet, for christ's sake!

"I haven't got a clue what you're referring to!" Will shouts back at me from behind his closed door, and I can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he does so.

"William Alessandro Bellamy, I don't have time to fuss with you over all this! It's six forty-seven and Zanthus is meant to arrive at seven. I haven't even gotten any proper clothes on, I won't be able to invite him in!" I cry out, banging my fist on his newly discovered locked door, just about ready to burst into tear really.

What can I say, I'm an emotional girl.

"That's not really a problem that concerns me, yeah?" Will rebuts, at this point, I really am ready to rip him to shreds.

"Will, I haven't got anything besides those nun pants grandma got me a few years ago, and some of your sweatshirts. I can't wear those, just give me my clothes back yeah? He's going to be here any minute now." I plead with him hoping he'll actually listen to my request.

"That sounds like a perfect outfit! Very in, if you ask me. Why don't you go put it on now?" He proposes which makes me literally choke on the air I had been breathing in.

"You know what? You can keep all my clothes, I'll just open the door without them on..." I trail off with a mischievous tint to my voice, knowing good and well that this statement will snap him back into his senses.

I'm proven right as my brothers' door rips open, nearly snapping off the hinges in the process with the force which he's pulled it.

"Like hell, you will!" He scolds me, eyes glowering as he stares down at me where I stand in front of him.

"Well, it seems I've got no other options considering some twat went and stole all my clothes." I see his eyebrows raise and he goes to open his mouth though I already know what he's about to say. "Adequate clothes for a date, that is," I add, effectively shutting him up as a small frown sports his lips now. "You've got any defense now?" I ask him knowing well that none of his reasoning could possibly hold valid.

"All of your clothes show your skin!" He whines, and my eyes roll to the back of my head at his foolish rebuttal.

"Oh come off it, William. I'm not ten years old for god's sake, the world will carry on if my legs show. I'm a big girl, yeah?" I reason with him, stepping closer and setting my most lethal pout to assure he'll give it up.

"Stop that! You're not being fair in the slightest when you look at me that way." Will exclaims, a frown etching his lips as I begin to sniffle a bit, adding to my already dramatic expression.

"It's just...this is my, this is my first date Will and I-I really want to look pleasant at least." I keep my focus pointed towards the floor below me for my benefit, and it isn't long before Will falls to be my victim.

"Alright! Alright then." He groans as he throws his head back in annoyance and his own pity, knowing he's been fairly taken advantage of. I really can't help but laugh a bit over how easy he switched up with a pout from me. "Lord, you're a minx. I can't believe you still pull that so well," He mumbles, though I just smile all too sweetly at his comment, almost bouncing off the heels of my feet ready to rush to my room and get all dressed.

"I'm going to make sure the house is picked up downstairs, I expect my clothes returned to my room by the time I get back up here." I begin my way towards the stairwell, quickly making my first steps down it. "All of them, William!" I add on once I get a quiet response from him, knowing he was undoubtedly plotting in his head how to get around that statement and a voice completing it in full.

I believe I heard him stomp his foot in response.

I feel my anxieties growing as I see the time upon the clock hanging superiorly in our kitchen, which now reads six fifty-two, and Zanthus said he'd arrive by-

Oh bollocks.

"He's here! Oh god, what am I meant to do now?" I honestly don't believe I've ever been as stressed as I am in this very moment.

I'm still in my robe, for christ's sake!

"Well I can assure you one thing, there's not a bloody chance that you're going to be opening that door." I hear from behind me, and turn to see my brother emerging down the stairwell with a stern look across his face.

"Well, what do you reckon I do then because Zanthus is awaiting me to open that door at this moment." I fire back, not wanting in the slightest for William to be the one who greets Zanthus.

"I don't reckon you do anything, I am telling you that you're going to head up those stairs and make yourself decent. Surely I can handle the lad for a few minutes while you prepare yourself." Will states, and I find myself immediately rejecting his proposition.

"Not a chance! I will do no such thing, I-" I'm cut off by the knocking on the door for a second time, and groan as I feel my insides become to go off the charts knowing I'm keeping Zanthus awaiting.

"It appears you're disagreement with my very appropriate orders are only making things worse for you. It would be a shame to keep such a golden boy waiting for much longer." My brother taunts me, and I do nothing but glare his way at this. "Don't you agree, rella?" He queries, knowing I can't do anything but comply with him at this point. "Alright then, go on then. I'll grab the door." He waves me off, and I sulk my shoulders but surely make my way quickly up the stairs.

"You better not scare him off, William. I'll have your head for it if you do!" I call to him before I shut my bedroom door behind me, rushing over to the pile of clothes that was now sat atop my duvet.

I rummage through the well-sized pile, knocking things about and tossing unwanted articles of cloth and materials of all sorts atop the floor. I am barely processing the items that I'm discarding, but that's truly because I've already got an idea of what I want to put on for tonight. Of course, a dress may seem cliche but it's surely fit for the occasion, taking into account that it is indeed a date.

Someone remind me how I managed to get to this point, yeah?

I let out a breath of air that I was indeed aware that I was holding in, finally catching sight of the dress I had been in search of. It's a simple white dress, long sleeved and come down about mid-thigh, but it's adequate attire and quite adorable in my opinion. I believe my heart about stops when I realize the large stain on the front of the dress.

"I am going to murder William," I repeat to myself, forcing a few deep breaths to pass my system before I throw myself into a proper meltdown.

I return to savagely tearing through my massive heap of clothes all across the floor, the bed, the whole of my room really. I end up settling for a simple skirt along with a nice sweater, hoping it will suffice and I won't appear like a mess when I get to the bottom of the stairs where Zanthus awaits. It's not until now when I've thrown on my outfit and got to the door of my room that I've recognized the reality of this whole affair.

Might I say, I am not mentally prepared for this in the slightest?

"You can't bottle this, Angel." I scold myself when the thought of staying locked up in my room curled in my duvet comes to mind due to the nerves tumbling around viscously in my stomach.

I inhale, making sure to count to ten before I release my breath, hoping this tactic will help settle the intense beating of my heart. I shake myself off once more, though not allowing myself to go back towards the mirror, knowing all my courage will diminish if I catch one more look of myself. I reach for the door handle, giving myself small pep-talk inwardly as I just about force myself to turn it and push myself out of the door.

I make my way down the stairs as quickly as possible, knowing despite my doubts and the anxiety-ridden thoughts I was having, it's entirely unfair for me to not only leave Zanthus waiting for so long but as well to leave him a victim of my unruly brother. Lord knows what sorts of conversations he's conjured up by now.

Honestly, when it comes to William, I'm not quite sure I even want to know what his conversations have been about.

"Where's Zanthus?" I ask incredulously, hoping he hasn't run off home because Will threatened to do something or proposed incredibly vile words his way that sent him to the hills

"Ah, well I assumed that you really would enjoy being the one to greet him, considering the fit you threw over it, so I arranged for you to do just that." My brother informs me, his cryptic words leaving me truly confused.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask him, honestly a bit afraid of what his answer will be to the question I've asked.

"What I mean, is that I told the bloke to wait outside. At first, I was going to invite him in, per your request, but then I realized it would be quite unfair of me to do the honours of greeting your date. He's right outside the door now, or well, he should be at least." Will explains to me, my eyes no doubt widening as he informs me of what he's done. It would be a real, real shame if he's gotten the wrong message and set off for home by now." He adds, practically shouting this part of his small speech.

"Will, you tosser! I can't believe you've done this, what if he's truly gone home!" I exclaim, practically running a short race to the front door, nearly ripping it off of its hinges in the process of opening it.

I feel my heart skip a beat and all about drop in my chest as I take into account Zanthus' form, which is sitting in the patio area right to the side of me. I honestly expected him to have been long gone by now, with knowing my brother I don't reckon he went about asking Zanthus to wait outside in a polite manner. I really don't reckon he asked him to wait outside at all really, likely told him to get on his way.

Am I meant to go up to him now? What do I say, hello? How are you?

The multitude of queries swarming about my head are all put to rest as Zanthus locks eyes with me. I can't think properly in the slightest when he looks at me, being straightforward. All I can think about at the moment are his eyes, his brown eyes that may be dark and some may deem them as boring but they're not in the slightest. Every feature about him is so incredibly intriguing.

"H-hi." A rather attractive voice cuts through the air, causing me to snap from my rabbit hole of thoughts, and I feel my cheeks heat as I realize what I must've looked like, just standing there staring at Zanthus without saying a word.

"Uhm, hi." I respond timidly, ringing my bottom lip between my teeth afterward, a nervous habit of mine since I was young.

We stand there in quiet for a bit, Zanthus seemingly fascinated by something about me, for some odd reason. He doe a few once overs of me, examining me in full really. I don't miss the opportunity to take in his appearance yet again. It's not odd, us acting like this. It's weird to believe I hold some sort of norm with Zanthus, considering just last week on this day I hadn't had a single encounter with him. Zanthus clearing his throat in front of me brings me back down into reality yet again.

"Oh, uhm-I'm so sorry! I was just, I was late to get ready because my brother took all my clothes and we had an argument, and it took a bit of time. I got them back, obviously, I mean considering I'm wearing clothes right now. But the outfit I originally wanted to wear got stained, so it wasn't fit for me to wear anymore, which is why it took so long for me to come down. I was going to greet you earlier but I was only in a robe and Will was-" My mind goes blank when Zanthus' hand comes up to greet my face, cradling my cheek softly as a small string of laughter quietly falls from his lips.

I don't doubt I look nothing short of a gaping fish, at the moment.

"It's a-alright," Zanthus tells me with a soft smile, and my face can be nothing short of the shade of a tomato by now.

"Thank you, I mean for being so understanding of course, not thank you for coming. Wait no! Thank you for coming, I didn't mean it like that, I just-" I'm cut off from my mess of a speech yet again as Zanthus brings his thumb which was resting on my cheek to place it over my lips, effectively preventing me from talking any further.

"Breathe." He tells me simply, a bright smile playing on his lips as he keeps his eyes trained on my flustered form.

I nod quickly, his thumb falling away from my lips and gliding back against my cheek in the lightest manner. I take a few slow deep breaths, like I had one before opening the door, my heart coming down from its ridiculous pace as I do so. I can't help but smile as well as the whole situation, considering this isn't the first time Zanthus has had to cut me from rambling on anxiously for hours. A rather unruly talent which I so obviously attain.

"Would you like to head inside now?" I offer up once I recall that we're indeed standing outside of my house like fools, and I receive a shake of the head from Zanthus.

We make our way towards the door, Zanthus' hand gracing the small of my back to my surprise, though I am not opposed to the action in the slightest. I push open the door which was still cracked open from when I originally made my way outside. Once we're inside, I realize I've forgotten that my imbecile of a brother was still indeed in this house, in fact, he was indeed waiting for us, well at least that's what I gather he was doing as I spot his form standing a few feet back from us when I close the door behind me.

"Oh god." I mumble on under my breath as I catch the pointed look which he's sending my company at the moment. "Zanthus, this is-" I began, but the trend of others cutting my sentences short continues as Will speaks over me.

"Ah-ah Angel. I'll do just fine introducing myself to the lad." He speaks out, a smug expression meets his features as I roll my eyes and let out an almost whine at his embarrassing tactics. "Very well then." He nods his head as he moves closer towards us until he's standing in front of Zanthus. "My names William, Angel's brother of course. A pleasure to meet you." He states as he extends a hand to Zanthus, who is quick to receive it and from the looks of it, plant a firm handshake to his benefit.

He releases Zanthus' hand, a bit rough though not too much and eyes him up. Now despite my brother being a tall lad, Zanthus outdoes him in the category of height, a few inches of him towering a bit over Will. Zanthus smiles politely at my brother, though he doesn't appear to make any moves to respond to him, which I am sure Will picks up as well by the confused, and somewhat irked expression meets his face.

"So what'd it be for you then lad." Will proposes, clearly wanting to get a direct question across so he can assure a response from Zanthus.

I turn to Zanthus awaiting a reply from him as well, though am a bit shocked when I see his face has grown incredibly pale in contrast to what it was just seconds ago. I'm about to make a comment to ease the blatant new tension in the room, but Will beats me to it, unfortunately.

"Have you not got the decency to tell me what you're called, mate? Considering you are in my house, that's quite offhand." Will says as a new edge can be found emerging from his tone.

My eyes train back to Zanthus, who quite honestly looks like he's just seen a ghost or something of the sort. He shakes his head rapidly, closing his eyes tightly a bit before releasing a thick breath and composing himself a bit, though it doesn't do much justice as he still appears like he's going to be sick.

"Hi." He says simply, cringing visibly after he does so, and I do the same at his blunt response knowing it won't go over well with my brother.

"That all you've got?" Will queries, his tone nothing near polite as he does this and I can't help but feel all hope of this night going right to fly out of the picture while I watch this encounter play out.

Zanthus doesn't say anything and dare I say he almost seems like he's going to fall into tears at any moment, which causes a tug to pull in my chest. Considering it's quite obvious the almost shaking boy isn't going to say anything, I decide to speak up for his defense, hoping to dim the fire lit under William's arse at the moment.

I feel him move his hand from my back to grip my hand in his, which almost makes me melt on the spot. It's quite absurd to think he's holding my hand for some sort of comfort when he hasn't known me all too long, Then again, I figure it's intimidating to have someone unfamiliar treating you like my brother was him, no matter Zanthus be taller than him or not. I squeeze his hand a bit in reassurance, hoping this situation can all be salvaged soon enough.

"This is Zanthus, William. Stop being so harsh, he's a perfectly good lad and you know that. We're going to be off to the kitchen now." I try, though my attempt proves no avail as Will holds his ground right in front of us, now pointedly glaring down at Zanthus.

"I think he can introduce himself just fine, Angel." Will switches his glare over to me, which only makes me become upset that he's being so cruel towards the obviously afraid boy standing in front of him.

"I think you should bug off, William." I snap back, not wanting Zanthus to become anymore uncomfortable to what he already is, and I feel Zanthus tighten his grip on my hand at my words. "Come on then. Zanthus. Let's go to then." I murmur to him, offering up a small smile which receives me a small seemingly genuine one from him in return, which comforts me to know at least he's not upset with me.

"The only place I reckon Zanthus will be going is home." Will shoots harshly, cold daggers being thrown from him in Zanthus' direction now.

"William!" I all but shout, his statement not only shocking me with its blatant disrespect that was completely out of pocket but as well making me angry beyond all points.

"I won't allow some lad to come into my house and treat me without due respect, let alone let him hold date with you. Don't try to push me on this Angel." He states, leaving no room for argument with his tone. "It'd be best if you got on your way then." He says stiffly to the sickly looking Zanthus, who nods quickly to my dismay.

I don't even have a chance to rebut before I feel Zanthus squeeze my hand incredibly tight and then watch as he rushes off quickly out the door he had just come in. I feel my heart drop in my chest as I recall the past few minutes in my head, wondering how things can go from so good to so bad in mere seconds. I take a glance back to where Will was standing, ready to let it out on him though he's no longer standing anywhere in my line of sight.

I feel my shoulders drop as I look around the now quiet, empty quarter, a frown finding its way to my face at what I see. Zanthus and I were meant to be getting along in the kitchen by now, and Will was supposed to have given his approval of him easily at this point. Will Zanthus ever even want to be around me from this point on? I reckon he won't, I couldn't even blame him though, I wouldn't want to if a brother of his had talked to me in such a manner that mine did to him. It's all just turned to such a mess, an absolute chaotic mess.

How did things go so wrong?

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter !! A double update-who am I now?! Anyways, I won't be updating all next week, it I promise I'll be back with another double update starting next Saturday!  Thank you for all the votes & reads, you all mean the world to me. I hope you are all well. xx