You weren't supposed to be here. You should have turned right around when you noticed Nick's closet door was wide open. But it looked so inviting, and he was nowhere to be found.

Nick was your parent's, friend's son, and you and your parents were invited to stay with them for the summer, but they were out and left you all alone.

Nick's parents were loaded. He lived in a house that could've been in competition with the white house. He owned multiple cars, at the age of 19, but he had a specific liking towards his McLaren. But, he wasn't spoiled, years ago he had created an app that went viral and made him tons of money.

So, you stepped inside, and started, carefully, looking through his clothing items, from his watches to his jackets.

Skipping through each jacket, your eyes specifically focused on one. A brown, kind of worn out looking, jacket, with a leather like aspect. You were in the middle of checking it out, when you heard a soft knock at the door.

Startled, you turned from the mirror, seeing Nick in the door, his expression not giving a lot away as he studied you with his jacket.

"Suits you." he uttered out, his almost posh British accent shining through, not missing a beat, still looking at the jacket in your hands. "Uh, sorry. I was just.." you trailed off.

"Snooping." he said, slightly nodding his head, humming, his voice unwavering, looking at you. "Well, I'll be out tonight if you need more time-" he said, before being cut off by you.