As I stepped out of the bathroom the door flung open and my mouth spread apart in amusement.
A lot was going through my brain at that point in time.
I got scared for a moment, why did he just say I have explanations to give him, perhaps I said something I shouldn’t have? Did I hit him? Did I puke? Did I cry?
My brain kept on processing like a 100 thoughts at a time.
I really hope I didn’t mess things up.
Why did I go to the club to drink in the first place? Now I regret it all, I should have just stayed back at home.
Probably if I didn’t leave my father’s mansion in the first place then I don’t think I would have any business being in Zayn’s house at this moment.
Zayn seemed kinda cool to be though, I feel he just seemed frustrated, I’m sure I stressed him out yesterday and I just
