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11- My Home

"Welcome to my home." Zayn welcomed me as we entered through the giant door. This house looked like castle just like i said when i came here second time. It's third time i was there.

"Your house is so beautiful i must say" i commented looking around and taking in the surrounding. Those paintings neatly hanging on walls.

"Let's go to my room?" He suggested. And something hit my mind. Louis told me he never lets anyone get into his room. Then why did he ask me to? Wait. Did he mean the same room where we hang out the other night?

"Sure." I followed him as he took upstairs. My mind clouded with thoughts of why he doesn't let anyone get into HIS room.

And suddenly he took right. We were suppose to go left. In The room we've been before. But i followed him anyway.

"Well i don't let anyone enter in my own room. So it's first I'm letting in someone." He rubbed his back of neck."i know you'll never judge me. So. Lets just get in?"

He opened the door indicating me to get inside before him. I did as i was told. I was mesmerized by the neatness i found in his room. I expected it to be messy like every other teenager/youngster room. But i was proved wrong. Everything arranged there was clean.

His big bouncy bed with sheets of batman. A normal sized LED Tv hung on the wall right in front of his bed. A small couch with a small table in the corner of the room and A wall fully decorated with different kind of paintings. A beautiful Black acoustic guitar kept on the other side of bed caught my attention.

"It's.. Beautiful zayn." I turned around to see him standing behind me. Close. Very close.

"Why'd you hide it?" I asked with confused look. It was obviously beautiful than anything and why zayn hides it?

"Just don't like anyone getting that close to me" he shrugged as he made his way to the bed.

"Then why me?" I didn't realize i spoke it loud. He didn't respond anything for it.

I decided not to dig into this. I walked over the place where guitar was kept. "Can you play this?"

"Um yeah." He smiled. "Which song you want me to play?"

"Any? The one you like?"

"Well. I have written some. I'd like to show you wait." He jumped from the bed to his drover. He rambled through some papers and found a vintage book.

"Choose any of them. I'll play for you." I could see his smile growing wider. I loved seeing him happy like this.

I opened the book and started reading lyrics. The first song. Caught. My. Attention.

The lyrics totally made me numb. So beautiful to describe. So meaningful. Every single word dripped an emotion. It was mesmerizing.

"Play this." I handed him the book.

"I can't." He looked up at me.

"What? Why?" I thought it might be personal or something so i just stopped asking further questions."okay leave."

"Eh duh. It can be played on piano." He chuckled. I let out a sigh.

"Lets go to music room then." He grabbed my hand and directed me to the music room right beside of his own room. Whoa he really belonged to wealthy family.

As he opened the door, my jaw dropped. A beautiful piano in the centre of the room. A light peeking through the window, directly fell on piano making it look more adorable. And few more equipments around there which didn't catch my eye as much as piano did.