It was February 3rd.
Officially reading week.
I sat with my arms folded on the settee, my nostrils flaring as Mike happily skipped out of the front door after saying his goodbyes.
I knew Zayn was soon to follow.
“I can’t believe you’re going to stay here on your own.” He mumbled, zipping up his bag on top of the table. “You know if I wasn’t going on holiday, I’d stay in a heartbeat. Or at least invite you to mine.”
“I know you would. But it’s fine, don’t worry.”