wrong number | zach herron

forty nine.

[ CHAPTER 49 ]

Tessa's POV

There's a knock on the door and I get up to go get it.

"No!" Logan yells.

I look at him confused.

"I need to get the door, you go in the kitchen."

I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen.

I hear Logan open the door and greet Zach.

Logan does a bit for his vlogs of him being an overprotective brother until he finally called me into the living room.

"Tessa!" He yells.

I walk into the living room and see Zach and Logan on the couch.

I smile and sit next to Zach.

He gives me a side hug and kisses my head. He looks back at Logan after whispering "you look beautiful," in my ear.

"Alright kiddos get out of here. Have a good time." Logan says while getting up.

We get up and Logan pulls me into a hug, "love you little sis, have fun."

I smile, "thanks logey."

Zach and I walk out of the apartment.

"So where are we going?" I ask Zach as we walk, hand in hand, to the elevator and down to the car.

"I can't tell you sweetheart." He smiles and kisses my forehead.

I pout, "pwease."

"Daw wittle baby." He says kissing my lips.

I smile into the kiss. We get so carried away we don't hear the elevator doors open.

Someone clears their throat and we pull away. There's a stranger and their family standing there.

I laugh, "oh sorry." I say and grab Zach's hand and pull him out of the elevator.

We laugh as we walk out of Logans apartment building.

Zach pulls me to his car and opens the door for me.

"Why thank you, sir." I say in a British accent.

He laughs, "no problem my lady." He says as he gets in.

"Oh my god that was a terrible accent."

"Shutup," he laughs while handing me a bandana.

"What is this?" I ask him.

"Your blindfold." He shrugs.

"My blindfold?"

He nods, "put it on."

I sigh and wrap the bandana around my eyes. "You're so extra." I whine.

"But you love me."

"No I don't."

"Aw." He whines.

I laugh.

We drive for around thirty minutes before we stop.

"Are we there yet?" I whine.

"Yes actually."

"Oh wait really?" I ask perking up in my seat.

"Yes." He laughs.

"So I can take this off?" I say starting to take off my blindfold.

"No!" He shouts putting his hands on mine, stopping me.