I wake up with the golden haze falling on my face , scrunching my nose and pushing myself up from the bed. Stretching my arms I let out a yawn, reaching for my cell kept over the desk. I switched it on reaching for my texts. Zayn has already sent me a few pictures of it already. A smirk forms on my face, she’s gonna love or maybe at least like it. I close my eyes and imagine her smiling face, looking like a white bunny with soft pink adorning her cheeks.