Carla
In a short time, I got to Zayn's house. I just hope he still stays at the same place he usually does. I reached the doorstep but was very nervous about knocking. I had not thought this through. I nervously knock. And immediately, a deep, booming voice answers.
"Hold on, I'm coming!"
I try to put on a confident act, but inside I am still shaking. I hope I don't embarrass myself. I had not thought this through. He wouldn't even recognise me.
The door suddenly opened and this tall, good-looking man with freckles on his face was standing there. And it's like he got even hotter than before. Too bad he ain't my mate. I hoped he would be.
"Uh-hmm. Yeah, sorry." Why didn't I think this through? What am I even going to say?
"And to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, his voice d
