Justin was polite enough to let me crash in his place. The place is very neat and modern. The walls are covered in black, furnitures in dark grey and the tiles is black. The window is breathtaking, because you could see the Brooklyn bridge from here.
"Nice place." I muttered under my breath.
"Errr... Thanks." He grins.
I sat on the couch. My hands is gripping my thighs. He took off his jacket, leaving the white blouse slightly open. I turned scarlet. I was disturbed by a sharp tone of my phone, the screen says Zayn.
What the hell is his problem?
"Where the hell are you?" He shouted at me through the phone. Jeez, why is he so mad?