Alien [Zarry]

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"Look, forget the coffee, let me take you out for breakfast." Louis said.

"Why?" I asked, making myself look away from the window.

"Because you're delusional, mate." He laughed.

"I'm not bloody delusional, don't you see that hole? That man wasn't right, Louis. I'm not sure if he was even a man..." I trailed off.

"Okay, whatever you want to believe. But I'll be in the lounge, go change and clean yourself up." Louis said.

I sighed heavily, shuffling off to my bedroom.

I slipped my shirt off, walking over to my closet and opening it.

The bloke from last night stood there staring at me, smiling when I gasped and almost fell backwards.

"What're you doing?" I breathed, placing a hand over my heart to make sure it was still beating.

He stepped out of the closet, throwing his arms around me and hugging me tightly.

"No, no let me go." I said, gently prying him off of me.

"Can you tell me your name? Or...maybe why you were hiding in my closet?" I asked, holding him at arms length.

He simply stared at me, smiling.

"D'you not...speak English?" I asked slowly, looking at him.

His smile slowly faded, and he frowned a little.

"English?" I asked again, letting him go.

The man reached up and felt my hair, leaning forward and sniffing it.

"Okay." I said, gently pushing him away.

"Um, okay, you....want to go home? Do you want me to call somebody?" I asked, speaking slowly and clearly.

He stared at me for a while, eventually smiling and hugging me again.

"Zayn! It's breakfast not a fashion show, I'm wasting away in here!" Louis called.

The man gasped, letting me go and looking towards the door.

He began to walk away, and I quickly hurried after him and stopped him from leaving the room.

"You stay in here, okay?" I asked, pushing him back.

I closed the door behind me, hurrying into the lounge.

"Um, I'm not hungry. You go without me." I told Louis.

He frowned at me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Uh, just want to relax a little and shower before work." I lied, remembering that I had to go to work.

What the hell was I supposed to do with the naked non-speaking man in my house?

"Okay...well, I'm off tonight, d'you want to hang out?" He asked, getting up.

"Um, no, that's fine." I said, shaking my head.

"Well, what d'you want me to tell Liam?" Louis asked, folding his arms.

"Liam?" I frowned, wondering how Louis knew him.

"Yeah, that's his name. You know, the one who called me wanting to know why you didn't show up for the date? I said I'd ask you what happened." Louis said.

My heart sank, and I suddenly wished I hadn't stayed home last night.

I skipped a date with the bloke I was too nervous to even ask on a date.