Until you came (Zarry) /English Version

4. The First Impression

"A wonderful good morning", it sounds from next door. 

I turn in that direction, frightened. I am embarrassed that I am facing my neighbour only in my underpants. A beautiful woman leans against the fence and smiled at me.

 "Oh... good morning," I stammer. 

Her gaze wanders over my body. I'm blushing.

"Zayn, darling... come here and meet the new neighbour."

 My goodness, I am standing here half-naked and she is also calling for her husband now. How embarrassing is that? I am not sure whether I should go or stay, I'm looking over to them. There he comes, the smoker from the balcony. Now I can take a closer look at him.

He is tall, black-haired, well-built and has red color in the face. He looks at me disdainfully from top to bottom, his hands in his trouser pockets.

 I would like to shout out: "Well,  I'm aware I'm only wearing boxers!" 

 It's all so embarrassing to me. I wish I was dressed. 

"Hello," he coughs, pulls a cigarette out of a pack and lights it up.

 Inside I moan. Bloody smoking. 

"Hi. My name is Harry Styles. I guess we're neighbours now," I greet them politely.

 "Well, it can't be helped." he replies.

 "Zayn Malik and this is my wife Gigi." 

His hands are still in his trouser pockets. 

"Zayn," she scolds and gives him a pat on the back.

 "Don't hold it against him. He's a painter and doesn't mean it like that," she says. 

I nod to her. Painter, huh? That explains the color on his face and his awful behavior. I'm angry.

 What an arrogant asshole, I think.

 "Oh, no....I mean exactly what I said, Honey. So if you'll excuse me. I still have some work to do ." he replies and goes back to the house. 

Gigi smiles again. 

"As I said...he is an artist. That's a particular species. Normally he is quite sociable. If you need any help, let me know," she says and throws her blond hair over her shoulders. 

Why does such an idiot have such a wonderful wife, I think. 

"Thank you, Mrs. Malik. But I think we're doing fine." 

However, the delicate fairy isn't giving up.

 "How about you come over tonight with your wife? As a little get- to- know, so to speak," she beams at me. 

Before I can refuse, Taylor appears next to me. 

"Hello, we would love to come. I am looking forward to make new friends. My name is Taylor," she says and stretches out her hand.

 "Hey, Taylor. I'm Gigi. Let's call each other by the first name, shall we?"

 Taylor and Gigi stand close to the fence and smile. "See you tonight. At seven?". Taylor nods eagerly.

"Was this really necessary, Darling?" I'll ask later at breakfast.

 "What? Why do we have to go to the neighbours on the first evening?"

 Annoyed, I tap with my spoon against the cup. 

"Have you met Gigi's husband?" I ask her.

 "Why? Is he handsome?" she teases me. 

"Taylor, that's not the point." 

She bends over to me and kisses me on the tip of my nose. 

"Mr. Styles, I'll only have eyes for you." 

"I didn't mean it that way. He is arrogant and rude. Be glad you didn't have to meet him," I say. 

"Maybe he was afraid that you would impress his wife... only in your sexy underpants."

 "Oh, stop it,' I giggle, embarrassed.

"Anyway, you impress me with it every time, Darling." And then I feel her cool hands all over my body.