“So, why are you back in my house when you should be with Eshe?” I eyed him over as I handed him a plate of sausage, fried eggs, sandwich and steak: medium rare alongside a cup of plain coffee.“Did you just say 'my'?"I rolled my eyes. “I've living alone in the house for almost six months, so I should just begin calling it my house."He snorted loudly and grabbed his cup of steaming coffee.“Don't be scared, I'm did not come to take over the house sweetheart, I have something to talk to you about. But first, why was Zayn coming out of the house yesterday?"I shifted quite uncomfortably on my seat not liking the immediate change of the atmosphere in the room. “Is it something so serious?" I asked ignoring the part concerning Zayn.He nodded his head as he scraped the last morsel of egg on the plate.“Otherwise I wouldn't be here. I had wanted us talking about it yesterday night, but seeing how tired and pale your face looked I decided to just tell you about it today. Also, you're yet t
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