Give Me Love. Sequel to Nobody Compares

26. Wants and Needs

LAUREN:

   The past three days with Zayn were feeling like old times. My feelings him were only getting stronger. We laughing more, talking about our feelings more, and having disagreements wasn't even a thing anymore. He laid a single rose on my bed every morning because he knew a single red rose is something I've always admired, and along with the rose he'd have a sticky note attached to the stem with a reason why he fell in love with me.

    Today was party day. The guys had been out most of the morning getting things for the party, and the girls and I stayed in setting those things up.

   It was now late in the day, and the party was starting in an hour. I was prepping myself thar there were going to be beautiful women here, models, singers, socialities, all types of entertainers, or friends of entertainers and I had to tell myself that it's all going to be fine.

   I was pacing back and fourth around the room, I could hear the music being tested downstairs, booming through the large mansion. There was a loud knock on the door, and I assumed it was Camila or Ally so I said, "Come in." and it was Chris. I pointed to the red cup in his hand. "What's in there?"

"Lauren, Lauren, no need to lecture me. I am in LA, in One Directions mansion, at whats going to be a huge star studded party, does it look like I'm going go be sipping from juice boxes? Hell no." I rolled my eyes.

"What do you want Chris.."

"I wanted to tell you that chick I think is hot from that murder mystery show just walked in. I'm freaking out. Do I look good? She's with a guy, but still if I walk by her-" I laughed, and pushed Chris out the door. "Goodbye Chris," I shut the door, and walked over to my phone that was lighting up.

'Can you come to my room?'

    It was from Zayn, and I haven't been to his room since it was empty when he was giving me a house tour. As I walked through the wide hall way, and made a few turns I ended up in front of his large door. I knocked three times, and he told me to come in.

    I didn't focus on any other details in the door except the california king bed. Holy shit it was huge. But, I couldn't help but get queasy thinking of how Madison was laying in it with Zayn.

    I didn't see Zayn until he walked out from the walk in closet, that could double as a bedroom. "Wow.. you look beautiful," he exhaled. I smiled. I had my hair in mermaid waves, and I was wearing a simple black and white dress with a slit going up both sides. "Thank you, you're looking pretty hot yourself." he was only wearing dark wash jeans, and he was shirtless up top. I marveled at his tattoos. "That's actually what I called you in here for, I want to know if I should wear this or this.." he led me into the closet that was filled with more articles of clothing than I would have thought. He had a section for his suits and ties, a section for his jeans and slacks, and all of his casual shirts. A shelf was full of shoes, another with snapbacks and beanies, and another with his pj bottoms.

    I couldn't help but notice their was empty shelves, and racks. "I think you're in desperate need of a shopping spree to fill this empty space, or a smaller closet." he laughed and shook his head.

"This is probably going to sound weird now, but remember back when we were dating and I took you on a tour, and you told me that my bedroom was huge, and I said we're going to live in here together one day. I'm just making some room for whenever that day comes," I smiled and looked away. "Now, are you going to help me find a shirt or not? I'm having a true fashion crisis." I laughed at Zayn's girly dilemma. I tapped my finger on my chin. "I think you should you should go with this one," I pointed to the white button up shirt. "Roll up the sleeves, it's hot." I winked, and made my way out of his bedroom.