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by cvstle

Zayn basically skipped happily to his car. He didn't know he was even going to get the job, and he was exceptionally pleased that he did.

He had already packed an overnight bag, therefore, he was ready to go to Wolverhampton.

He got into his car, changing the radio station to avoid any more tears. He wanted to change out of that uncomfortable suit, but Zayn told himself to grow a pair. He started to drive, with the only things he could hear was Waze guiding him. "I'm hungry. Why is there no food around here, dammit."

Zayn was bored of driving after fifteen minutes. He was driving in this ghost town, where nobody else (except this weird ass car which had been following him for the past five minutes) seemed to be there.

Ccccrreeeak!

His car screeched to a halt. "No, no, no, no, no, fucking hell, not now!" He got out of his car to check it out. It was a mystery why the car broke down, but Zayn still wasn't happy about it.

Can things get any worse?

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