ASHLEIGH
One week after I finally ended things with Carl, Zayn went steady with Maya.
He never calls her his girlfriend, but he kisses her temple at the dinner table.
He lets her fall asleep on his chest on the couch.
He lets her wear his clothes.
They're not dating officially; she's more like a stable fling, but Maya might as well be carrying a neon sign that says she's his property because she's here almost every day after classes.
Her annoying vanilla body spray lingers in the air everywhere she goes.
Tonight she's staying over, and we're eating dinner together.
Mum's humming happily as she serves the food like this is the best thing that's happened all year.
To them, it almost is because Zayn finally brought home a girl.
I sit across from them and keep my eyes on my plate, pu
