I walk into my apartment with a smile on my face, I haven’t made many real friends since I finished high school. They are all friends of friends, or Damon. Zayn is the first friend that I want to keep in my life and that make me happy.
“Where have you been?” Damon asks, his arm crossed over his chest and his brother rolls his eyes, clearly seeing how much Damon is over reacting.
“Out, if that is okay with you, Mum” I grumble. My happy mood is gone from that one small sentence that Damon spoke.
“You should have been back hours ago” He says crossly. Why is he being like a protective parent? It is not like he doesn’t just disappear from the apartment without a word. At least he knew I was at the party. But he doesn’t know the part about Zayn.
I don’t know why, but I don’t want to tell Da
