ZAYN’S POV
A frustrated groan escaped me and I pulled the pillow over my head as the sound of knocking kept echoing through the room. At first, I ignored it, hoping that whoever was at the door would just go away. But the knocks didn’t stop.
If anything, they grew louder, more persistent, more annoying and it felt like the person was drilling a hole in my brain.
“Damn it,” I grunted, tossing the pillow aside as I eventually sat up. ‘Who the hell could it be at this hour?’
My first thought was that b***h, Ximena, and my jaw clenched. If it was her, I swear to God she was going to regret waking me up.
I begrudgingly dragged myself off the bed, flicking on the dim lighting switch of my room. I grabbed a shirt from the bed and slipped it on before heading to the door. The knock came agai
