Zayn Centric Oneshots [BxB]

Always [zianourry] - [zayn/OC]

Warnings: It's just sad? Kinda? Also, it could be triggering- in the sense of unhealthy habits (not eating, not sleeping, etc.) and thinking all of those poor thoughts (nothing about committing die tho-)

Extra notes: none, just enjoy!

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Zayn's POV

I grinned as the day went on, thinking that my boyfriends would walk in through the door during my lunch break. Except they didn't. I waited for half an hour which soon became four hours yet they still hadn't arrived.

I knew I shouldn't have had such high hopes. I knew this was going to happen. I knew, but I still didn't stop myself.

Ignoring it, I went on with my job at the small cafe and refused to sulk about what had happened. It always happens and quite frankly, I'm used to it. I just didn't expect this to happen on our anniversary.

We had made a plan, a week in advance since I wasn't going to get the day off from work. The boys said they'd come and spend their time here until my shift was over so we could all celebrate together. I was happy at that time, I didn't even bother to think about what reality was.

In the back of my mind, I always know they won't come yet I still place my faith in them.

I stood behind the counter, waiting for a request, an order, or just some friendly talk but everyone already had their coffee and meals with them. Then my phone went off with a notification. Immediately, I snatched it out of the pock of my apron, realizing that it wasn't a text but instead an Instagram notification saying that Louis had posted something.

I quickly clicked on the notification only to regret it. They hadn't forgotten about the anniversary as I hoped. They had just forgotten about me.

The post was a picture of them together; Liam, Harry, Niall, and Louis eating ice cream and smiling brightly with the caption of the post being "Happy Anniversary!!" Alongside a long paragraph.

I wanted to smile too, if not for myself then for them, but I couldn't. I hated how I felt when I looked at the picture. I didn't like it. I didn't comment. I reloaded his page, and sure enough, it was already gone. It always happens. I just switched my phone off completely and shoved it back where it belonged so it wouldn't distract me anymore.

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My shift was finally over and it was 7:30 PM. I didn't want to go home, not yet. If I could then I don't want to go back ever. I don't want to see their faces and have to pretend like nothing's happened because I can't do it anymore. I can't look at them and do everything they ask me to do like I'm a housemaid.

Instead, I'd rather go out, so I texted some of my friends and they were down so I got in my car and got on a call with Eloy.

"Eloy, is it fine if I come to yours before we go out? I'm far from home and I really need to get out of my work clothes."

I heard him chuckle on the other line, "Of course. It's no big deal. Also, I've noticed you outside my house for the past five minutes."

Unintentionally, I groaned. "I didn't want to just barge in with no heads up."

"Zayn, you know you're always welcome to barge in."

"I know, I just..." I trailed off, knowing he understood what I was trying to say. We hung up after a few more words.

Eloy met me outside and we talked blissfully as I parked my car and helped him around his house.

"You know where my closet is." I nodded and dashed upstairs. Eventually, with some help from Eloy, I picked the perfect outfit. A pair of black ripped jeans, chains attached to the side, and a black graphic tee. It might not be the best outfit ever, but I wasn't exactly in the mood to dive into his rainbow wardrobe.