Ezra's pov.
Shit. I thought.
I immediately got up from the coach and went to the door, opening it, to reveal Zayn.
God, he was gorgeous.
"Hey" I said as I motioned him to come in.
"Hey" he said with his accent, that I was still not used to.
"I needed to talk to you about something" I said as we both sat on the coach.
Fuck. Here it goes.
