Zayn walked impulsively into the office of his father. Ignoring the two secretaries behind him who tried to stop his intrusion.
" S-sir Zayn.. I-I don't think this would be a good--" The lady ceases right away when he sees his eyes glaring at her...
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Harry walks towards Stella's room in the middle of the night. He doesn't want to do this but he doesn't have any choice. He knocked on the door. In just a few minutes the door opened.
"Harry what's going on?"
"Stella, I'm sorry for disturbing you at this hour, but Zayn is not home yet and it's already 3:25 am."
Her eyes widened. "Did you call him?"
"Yes, but his phone is turned off and I texted him but no reply, what could have happened to him?" Voice is obviously distressed.
Stella can feel his trouble and it shows on his face. Eyes getting bleary.
"Just calm down, wait here. I'll call the security in charge in his apartment, maybe his there."
This feeling is very familiar to him, its like what happened to Ahlee and he hates it very much. He knew something was bothering him, he could sense it last night. But he was relieved when Stella came back and told him that Zayn is in his apartment.
"But why is his phone turned off?"
"That I really don't know.."
"I want to make sure he's okay. Can someone drive me to his apartment at this hour?"
Stella gave him a look. "Are you sure about that Harry? It's in the middle of the night."
"Yes..I can't calm down if I can't see him, I need to know he's okay."
She stared at him for awhile and smiled before she agreed.
"Alright, get dress and I'll call the driver."
------------------------------------------ It take's 45 minutes to reach his apartment. He pressed the elevator to the 25th floor. When he reached the floor, he immediately knocked. No answer. He knocked again, but still no response. He turned the doorknob and found out that it was not locked. He went inside.
"Zayn, are you here?"
Silence is the only thing he can hear. The light was turned off. He went to the leaving area, and he found him laying in the kitchen counter with an empty Patron Tequila Silver. He is clearly dead drunk. His phone is nowhere to be found. But now he already saw him, his relief.
"Zayn, babe.. Wake up. "
He only moaned but not moving.
"Zayn, I need to transfer you to bed. You can't sleep here."
He slowly moved and lifted his head and looked at him.
