Zayn

The door slams shut, the crash echoing through the house. Zayn throws his football bag down in his room and angrily starts grabbing things from his closet, cursing under his breath. As he walks out of his room to close his door he peers at you through the doorway, his muscular frame filling the doorway. He looks at you, his gaze piercing through your soul. My eyes are narrowed, he looks really mad. It was intimidating.