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Aylin's POV
Zayn: Baby can we talk?
Zayn: Sleeping?
I rub at my aching temples, mentally fighting myself for saying what I said.
It's not that I didn't mean it, but I just didn't want to say it back. I never would have if I were sober, but here we are. There's no taking it back now and I don't think ignoring him any longer is going to help my case.
You: Yeah I was asleep, sorry about that
You: I'm recovering from a hangover
I sit up slowly and shut my eyes, blindly sticking my hand through the curtain and blinds to open a window without allowing light in.
My phone beeps, so I quickly gulp some water with a painkiller before checking it.
Zayn: So drunk text then?
I bite my lip, laying down again. It's 11am here and 6pm there, and still Christmas.
You: I was a bit out of it
You: But don't let me ruin the rest of your day
Zayn: You didn't
Zayn: I'm getting ready for bed
"At this hour?" I quickly check the time in Chicago to make sure my calculations are correct.
It is.
That's early, even for Zayn. It's concerning.
You: Do you wanna have a phone call?
Without responding, my phone immediately starts ringing.
I reach for my glass of water again, but it's already up. Fück. I take a deep breath as I sit up, holding the phone to my chest before I finally have the courage to answer.
"Hello?"
God. His voice. His sweet, soft voice that could melt me with just one word. I missed it.
"Hi." I respond after a beat, "How are you?"
I hear a soft chuckle on his end, "I'm fine... why are you asking?"
I frown slightly, "You're going to bed at 6pm."
"No, I mean... it just seems so generic. Hi, how are you?" He pauses, "As if we're just getting to know each other."
I swallow hard. He has a point, but the time we've spent not talking does make this feel awfully new.
"So why are you going to bed?"
"Barely slept last night and started my day early."
I hear him yawn which ends with an accidental squeak. I hate that I can picture him right now. Robe on, hair disheveled and rubbing at his eyes. I wonder if he's clean shaven today.
"What did you do?"
"Tried to take the dogs for a walk, but it was way too cold and snowy. So I went to the bakery, because I didn't feel like making anything." He explains, and I can't help but smile as he paints me a picture of his day.
He could've easily given me short answers, but he's not. He's acting as if nothing ever happened; as if we're still together. Right now, it sure feels like it.
