"Anyways how are things with you, Zayn?"
For a moment, Zayn hesitates, and now he has his mom's full attention. They've been talking for ages. Well she's been talking for ages, Zayn just been listing and adding side comments whenever he's needed to.
"I'm fine. I got a few new art supplies and I've been painting a lot.."
"Zayn? Are you alright....Have you met someone?"
This causes Zayn to blush, and he smiles happily at his painting, which is another piece he's hoping a gallery somewhere will take one day. "No, Mom, it's nothing. You'll be the first to know if I do."
"Zayn, you really need to get out more, honey. You worry me."
"Mom, I'm fine. How's Baba?" As ever, distraction is the best policy. But...sometimes it also digs you further into trouble. He can almost hear the smiles fall from off of Trisha Malik's face. He frowns himself and bites his lip nervously. "Mom? Why are you so quiet?"
"Cause...the doctors say that they've found more cancer in his system. We're doing everything we can to get the chemo but we just don't have and enough." Trisha says sighing and there is years in her eyes now.
"Mom don't cry....I can pay for it. I mean...I know someone who wouldn't mind helping us out. He's a really close friend of mine," Zayn lies a bit, cause he doesn't know if his mother would accept that he has a sugar daddy.
"Are you sure they could help us Zayn? I wouldn't want to be rude, ad is a lot of money."
Zayn nods even though his mom couldn't see him. "He'd love to even...tell baba I love him yeah? I'll come visit by the end of this week alright? I juts have to clear up all my homework and stuff."
"Alright baby, we love you."
"Love you two mom, bye.." He waits for for her to hang up, and then he puts his phone to the table. Sighing a bit he wipes the tears that are brimming his eyes away, and stand up to get some coffee. It's around eight in the morning now, and he's got classes in two and a half hours. He's glad that he's at his dorm now cause he's pretty sure he'd still be sore from Harry, and he doesn't have any clothes over there anyways. However Zayn's couldn't push away the thought of him wearing Harry's clothes to school, and smelling like him all day. Blushing, Zayn gets dressed and does everything else he needs to do to get ready for today. He leaves his canvas and paints and brushes out on his new easel, only dumping out the water and closing the tops the the paints.
On his way out he grabs a granola bar, and then takes his bag and skateboard before heading out the door. He pulls his phone out when it vibrates, and raises his eyebrow when he sees its an email.
From: Harry Styles
Subject: Checking On You
Date: April 16 2015 11:54
To: Zayn MalikDear Mr. Malik
I trust you slept well. I hope that you make it to your classes safely. I look forward to seeing you later for dinner.
Happy to talk to you, via email, should you so desire.Harry Styles
CEO, Styles Enterprises Holdings Inc.Zayn turned the phone off, grinning like an idiot. He kind of is swooning in the inside on the fact that Harry cares enough to check up on him. He giggles a bit before head riding faster down the sidewalk to get to the music shop. He doesn't see Noah when he walks in, so he goes behind the desk and pulls his phone out to reply to Harry.
From: Zayn Malik
Subject: Checking On You
Date: April 16 2015 08:25
To: Harry StylesI look forward to dinner as well, but I'm at a lack of proper clothing for the place you what us to go. I also have a few questions for you when we get there (not relating to the contract) but for now I have to go x.
Zayn
Smiling at the message he presses send, and then looks up and over his shoulder when he sees Noah yawning and stretching on his way out from the back of the shop. "Shouldn't you be working?"
Noah looked to him and rolled his hazel green eyes, "I work when I want to."
Zayn chuckled while turning up the music on the system and then taking his beanie out of his back pocket and pulling it onto his head. "Well I hope you start soon because you know it gets busy around this time."
"Yeah yeah," Noah says and he flops down in the chair to start eating the bagel he had in his bag.
Work was work. There were a lot of teenagers wanting to be mainstream and the ones who probably are making it their kid goal to fall in love with Nirvana. However, there were a few that actually knew what they were talking about and what to look for. There was even a guy who schooled a kid who was confusing The Beetles to Snow Patrol. Zayn and Noah, shamelessly laughed on the shocked and embarrassed expression on the kids face.
"So are we on for coffee? Cause I can really use some coffee before classes. I know it's almost twelve, but I'm still half asleep inside." Noah says sitting on the counter.
Zayn realized then that it's alms it time for the next shift, and puts his phone down. He was busy texting his sister about her wedding plans. "Uhm....no actually. I was going to go...uhm-"
Noah narrows his eyes and then a wide smirk brightens his face. "You're totally fucking someone! I thought I'd never see the day to be honest."
Zayn blushes and rolls his eyes.
"Tell me who he is. Does he go to our school?"
"His name is Harry.."
The other lad made a face, and squints up his nose. "Harold Jackson? He's a fucking douche man. Why would you go for him?"
"No! Ew, no not him. I mean Harry, as in Harry..Styles. CEO Of Styles enterprise inc.."
Noah's jaw drops a bit, and he is at a loss of words for a few seconds. "He..damn Zayn. How did you even meet him? Isn't he like heavily guarded or something? He's rich I'm sure he has henchmen or something!"
"I think you watch too many action movies."
"Well have you asked?"
"No cause that's weird." Zayn says and he grabs his bag and skateboard. "Now I'll see you like in an hour for classes, I have to go see my...Harry." He blushes a bit but walks off and waves bye again before he's out the door.
A/N: it's like 1:39am right now, but it's my birthday and I pulled an all nighter and wrote this for you guys!! So this is my birthday present for you, I hope you love it x ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Earned It [zarry]
FanfictionZayn had everything under control. He doesn’t get distracted by customers, and he definitely doesn't let it effect his studies. Work is work. Until a mysterious business owner comes into the club demanding his attention.