Zayn’s pov
“So — did you find who’s been stealing from me?” He asked, a cocky smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth.
“No.” I smiled and let the word hang between us. “But you don’t have to worry. I’ll catch them sooner than you think.” I leaned back slightly, grin steady. “Want me to do anything else for you?” I asked, the grin still there. He stood and crossed the room toward me.
“I do want you to do something for me. Come with me to a party.” His voice was casual; his eyes were not.
“Sure. Why not?” I said before I could talk myself out of it. His eyebrow shot up — I must have surprised him. Why wouldn’t I go? He’s dying soon. Being nice costs me nothing.
“Great.” He pressed his fingers to my cheek, the motion barely restrained excitement. “The party’s tonight.” He let go.
“Alri
