Via's POV
After thirty minuten of driving, at last I reached my house. I drive slow because I always look at the side mirrors of the mirror in front of the driver's seat. u know why? Maybe because I'm afraid if someone followed me of maybe.. Zayn saw me and follows me. Well, good thing someone didn't. I parked the car at the garage and enters the house. I turned on the lights and heads to the keuken-, keuken to cook my dinner. I admit it was lonely being alone. At home, i always wait for my mom to finish cooking our avondeten, diner but now, i was the one cooking dinner, for myself. my avondeten, diner was just simple. Fried Chicken and rice. I washed my dishes and cleaned the house. It just took me ten minuten since I'm all alone in this house. Not like at the strand house that's always messy because of the boys. Liam throwing garbage everywhere because maybe he's too tired to put it in the garbage can. Niall, eating Nando's.. hahaha... After cleaning the house, I went to my bedroom and change my clothes into this: link . I put on my roze sleeping robes since I'm not yet tired. I really love this place. No harm. Peaceful. No annoying hyperactive boys around me. Haha. But I'm still worried. What if Zayn might find me. What if he'll know my address. Stop it, Via. Think positive. The boys will not find u especially Harry.
I went to the poolside and sat at the chair feeling the cold breeze. Sudden;y, i heard a car parking across the street. I thought it was Fab but when I went to living room and looks at the window, it was not my driver. I never realize that there was also a lovely modern house in front of mine.
I look at the black car. It was classy. A man with a gray polo and black flanellen broek, broek came out of the car and opens the back door. A man wearing a black sweater, brown pants, and a dark blue shoes gets out of the car and he- Wait.
I hurried to my bedroom. I came back to the window bringing my camera. I look at Zayn's picture and realized that the man across the straat and Zayn has the same outfit. Oh..god.. don't tell me-
I really want to see the man's face but he's still talking to the driver so I can't see his face clearly. "Gosh, i hope it's not Zayn." That's what i zei to myself.
When he finishes talking to his driver and the driver leaves, he took a quick glance at my house and-
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!
It's the insane ZAYN JAVAAD MALIK in front of my house. No we can't be neighbors! He must not find me! No! No! No! It can't be.. I closed the window and turns off the light of the living room and heads to my bedroom.
I would try my best to get out of my house not being noticed door my new crazy neighbor, Zayn Malik.
After hours of thinking on what to do so that Zayn won't see me, I fell asleep.

Zayn's POV
Vas Happenin', guys! This is Zayn!
After telling the driver on what time he'll go here tomorrow, he leaves. I really don't know how to drive that's why i hired him. I took a quick glance at the brilliant house across mine. I wonder who lives in there. I want to know the owner so that I can meet new vrienden here. Good thing, when i was in my senior jaar we have a subject about speaking French so it's not hard for me to cope up with the people here in Paris.
It would be fine being vrienden with my new neighbor but I came here to find Via, the perfect girl I want to spend my lifetime with. Maybe I can meet new vrienden here but finding Via is my priority. I went inside my house and.. it was amaZayn.

this is my house: link.

I got inside and it was.. amaZayn again! My house is a bit small but, i tell u it has a big design!

Dining Area: link.
Staircases: link.
Kitchen: link.
Living Room: link.
Main door: link.
Gate: link.
Welcome to my bedroom!: link.

[A/N: sorry for the links]