💎 Z A Y N 💎

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'Miroh' - Stray Kids

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Zayn drummed his fingers against the table. He was still waiting for Syra to come back. They had begun handing out the gifts right after she walked out, so his mum forced him to sit next to her. He had sent her a message telling her he couldn't join her outside right now and that they will talk later. She had yet to see the message.

He huffed under his breath in annoyance. If she hadn't seen it by now she obviously did not have her phone on her. Yet his mum had an iron grip on his arm, knowing that he wanted to leave. He tried to ease out of her grip but she glared at him, daring him to move.

"Ammi mujhe Syra ko bolana hai," he whined. (Mum I need to call Syra).

"Call her," she replied.

"She's not picking up so imma just go and bring her,"

His mother turned to look at him, giving him one last look before letting go of his arm. Zayn sighed in relief and hurried out the room, weaving through the throng of guests.

Why is this girl doing this?

He was baffled and a little frustrated at he behaviour. Right now it was her brothers nikkah so their problems had to wait. He huffed and shoved his feet into his shoes, before heading out to the garden.

Silence awaited him. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. He jogged to the end of the garden towards the tree, knowing she would be there.

She wasn't. Confused, he turned, his head swinging in all directions. What the actual fuck. Now she wanted to play games with him. They didn't have time for this.

"Syra," he said a little loudly.

No response.

"Syra, come on," he repeated firmly.

Unease swirled in his chest.

"SYRA," he shouted, looking wildly around him.

She's really not here.

"SYRA!" panic gripped his voice.

He ran back inside.

Calm down. She probably just went to the toilet. Or her room. Or the kitchen. Let's search the house, he reasoned with himself.

He yanked his shoes off, stumbling as her headed for the stairs. All the bedroom doors were open. He glanced into each: her parents room, each of her brothers rooms, the guest rooms, the toilet, her own room and even the motherfucking storeroom. Nothing. Nada. Fuck it.

He ran downstairs, darting into the rooms downstairs as well. Nothing.

Her phone.

Yes. He could track her phone. Even though she most likely didn't have it with her. Might give a clue as to where she disappeared off to.

He quickly fumbled for his phone, finding her location. His heart thumped erratically. She was moving a few streets away. But that was way too fast to be walking. She was obviously on some vehicle. She had left her wallet here so she could t have been on the bus as she didn't have her card. She can't drive. Unless...?

Despair gripped him. He leaned on the wall for support. His fucking nightmare. His past affecting Syra. No. No. His heart lurched painfully in his chest. He took big gasps of air, calming his state so he could think rationally. He breathed out calmly through his nose.