Love Hexagon, a One Direction love story - Part 5

I'm simply amazed. Here was this gorgeous man, with this gorgeous car to match. "Nice car. What kind is it?" When I was a little girl, I would always help my dad work in his used car shop. But, for tonight, I decided to play the 'clueless about cars' card. He looks at me and smiles. I guess he thinks it's cute that I supposedly know nothing about cars. "It's a Porsche. It only cost me $1.5 million. No big deal, you know?" I burst out laughing at how he thinks $1.5 million for a car isn't a big deal. I waited for him to burst out laughing, but he just looked at me. Once I was satisfied, I looked at him with a serious expression. "Why didn't you laugh?" He put the key in the ignition and put the car in drive. "It really isn't a big deal. I mean, it would have been about a year ago, but now it's not." He started driving his car out of the parking lot then down the street. "What happened a year ago?" "Let me show you." He turned on the radio, tuned to the hottest radio station of the year, and turned it up. I had never heard the song that was playing before. But it was upbeat and joyous, and I liked it. It has a nice message too. The song goes, "Baby, you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell...." You know, cute stuff like that. I would love it if Zayn told me all that. I looked at him the entire time the song was playing, listening to the lyrics. At one point, a voice came on that sounded exactly like Zayn's. It was weird, almost as if he had been the one singing the song. I yelled over the music to him "That guy sounds so much like you!" He looks at me and now is when he bursts out laughing. Once he was finally satisfied, the song had ended. He looked at me and says, "That was me, hun." I look at him like he's crazy. I actually think he might be. "What are you talking about?" "That was me and my band. We're not super famous yet, that's probably why you didn't recognize me at the library." I looked at him in disbelief, and then giggled. "That's bull. Zayn, you don't have to do anything to make me like you. I already do." "Well, I'm glad that you already like me. So then, me being in a boy band must make me even more of a turn-on." Are you kidding? It's like he was reading my mind! I looked at him, and then burst out laughing. This time, he did too. His laugh was just so adorable; I couldn't help but giggle at it when I finished laughing. When we finally got into the driveway of his house, I was absolutely stunned. He has this huge 2-story mansion! It's absolutely huge! He apparently saw how stunned I am, and I heard his adorable laugh again. I look over at him, and he's just sitting there looking at me. He shifts the car into park, and then takes the keys out of the ignition. "Gosh, I can't wait until you see the inside. Your jaw dropped to the ground, and you've only seen the outside." My eyes widen in shock, which makes him laugh even more. A slight smile crept up on my lips. "You mean it's better on the inside??" He slowly nodded, unlocking the car doors. He opens his car door and stands up. "Be right back." He smirks at me, and then leaves. Before I know it, he's opening my car door. "I'm back, m'lady." I smile slightly. I wonder what other cute nicknames he'll come up with for me. I take his hand, stand up, and start walking with him towards the front door. Suddenly, a sudden realization came to me. "Zayn...there's absolutely no way that you live here alone. How many siblings do you have? How many relatives are staying over?" He smirks at me, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah...I thought that there was something I forgot to tell you. Technically, this is my house, but 4 other guys live here." I look at him like he's crazy, and he looks back at me with a ridiculous smirk on his face. "What are you talking about??" "My band mates. We live together." He fumbles at the keys for a few seconds before opening the door. Once he opens it, we walk in and I find four surprisingly cute teenage boys sitting on the couch, watching a movie on a colossal television screen. "Hey guys." Zayn looks at the guys, then back at me. They all turn around to face Zayn and I. "Guys, this is Kiara. I met her at the library today." Every one of them rolls their eyes, making me confused. One of them stands up, stretches, and sits back down. "Another girl, Zayn? Really?" "Harry, shut the hell up. I haven't brought a girl home in years." They both laughed, but it was obvious Zayn wasn't lying. Or at least I hope he wasn't...