C8 Zara

Zara's POV

I sat down on the bed, reading a magazine. So that, I wouldn't be stuck thinking about what happened earlier in the morning.

"Can I come in?" Fred asked me, with my door half open.

"It's your house" I raised both of my eyebrows.

"Okay," he whispered, opening the door fully, and letting himself in.

"Would you like this dress?" He asked some, handing me a thick leather bag