☀️ Jenna Walker - July 12, 2015  

Today was the day Zayn had off, meaning today was the day he'd come over. It was settled since my trip to his store that we should 'hang out' together. We agreed that he would come over to my apartment as his is a "pig sty thanks to that Irish bugger". So now it was about five minutes before Zayn would come over and I realized that I didn't have milk.

What if he wanted some milk? I wouldn't have any.

So I quickly dashed out of my apartment and to the door beside my own.

Fate opens it with a smile. "Hey, Jenna! Are you missing groceries again?"

"You know me so well." I laugh before she gestures for me to come in. I'm greeted by Blake and her boyfriend when I enter the apartment. Fate asks me what I need. "Milk, please."

"Well you seem frazzled," Liam observes as Blake leans her head onto his shoulder.

"I am," I reply and take a seat on the recliner.

"I know that look," Blake speaks up, a smirk forming on her face. "It's about a boy, right?"

"Um, maybe," I say hesitantly because never had I really had a conversation past needing groceries with Blake and Fate. I let myself fiddle with my fingers, a bad habit I completely despise, before Fate walks back into the living room with a small carton of milk in her hand. I stand up and take it from her outstretched hand. "Thank you so much!"

"No problem!" She smiles at me before I start heading towards the door.

"Don't be too loud! The walls are very thin!" Blake calls out right before the door closes making my face heat up.

"Well that's odd," a deep voice says from behind me making me jump in surprise. I turn around to see Zayn with furrowed eyebrows. Did he just hear that? Oh, God. He looks away from the door before meeting my eyes. "I thought you lived in 32 not 31?"

Releasing a sigh of relief, I hold up the milk carton before gesturing for Zayn to follow me to my apartment. "I, uh, just went to borrow some milk."

The minute I step back into apartment, I quickly walk into the kitchen to put the milk in the fridge before walking back to the living room to see Zayn standing in the middle of it, hands clasped behind his back as he stares at his surroundings. For some reason, his staring makes me nervous. (You can find out a lot by looking at someone's apartment.)

"Do you live here alone?" He asks once he's done scanning the room, his eyes flutter towards me. When I nod he purses his lips before taking a seat on the couch. "It's a lovely place."

"Thanks,"I beam before taking sitting down a decent amount away from him. "I got lucky with this apartment. On my way to ask if there were any openings I stumbled upon this woman - I forgot her name - who happened to be the owner of this apartment. I had helped her with her things, since she was moving out, and she put in a good word for me."

"How sweet of you," he comments before shuffling closer to me. I smiled and looked away. He clears his throat. "So, what shall we do today?"

I pat my lap before reaching toward the coffee table to grab the remote. "Well, right now I don't feel like getting off the couch so we'll stay here a while and watch Doctor Who or something."

"I love Doctor Who!" Zayn exclaims making me chuckle. Once I turn on the television and pull up the show on Netflix, I lean back into the seat only to lean onto Zayn's arm.

"Sorry." I blush before leaning forward again, but instead of seeing Zayn retract his arm from where it was, he leans closer and wraps said arm around my shoulders before pulling me back against the pillows.

"Don't be." He meets my eyes with a smile that just about made me melt.

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