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Zayn's P.O.V.
I stirred awake from the sound of my alarm clock ringing through the quiet room. I turned it off, making up the bed and leaving the room. I walked out, stepping into the small living room. This was a two bedroom apartment with one bathroom. Harry and I became roommates when we became good friends. He had just moved out from his parents' house and rented his first apartment room, and he asked if I wanted to be his roommate because I needed to get out of their with my mom so she didn't have to pay for another mouth to feed.
I walked into the kitchen, as the smell of bacon filled the air. Harry stood dishing breakfast. "Good morning, Harry," I said, making conversation.
"Morning." He replied. He placed the plates filled with breakfast gently onto the table, sitting down and waiting for me to join in prayer.
After breakfast, I headed to my room. I got ready for work, grabbing my phone, keys and heading out the door with Harry. I got into the passenger seat, buckling in and going through my phone. We always went to work in Harry's car, for no reason, we just did. Harry and I, now, have the same shift, but we work night shifts now too. So now, Harry works the same times as I do, both of us serve tables. Work got so busy, people were everywhere, filling the whole restaurant. The restaurant got so successful, it was crazy.
When we arrived at the restaurant, Harry and I went inside. Work got started for the day, people swarming in, ordering and having a good time.
At the end of the day, I said to Harry while cleaning off a table, "Today was probably one of the most craziest days."
"Couldn't agree more," he said, smiling.
"Okay, so it's ten right now, our shift ends in thirty minutes," I said. "We should get something to eat on the way home, or we could just eat it at home. I'm hungry."
"Yes, why don't we get something from Mc'Donalds?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"A double cheese burger, extra sauce, no pickles. Yes," I said, dreaming about taking a bite out of a good burger.
"All right." Harry chuckled.
When we finished, I locked up, making sure it was securely locked, and left with Harry. We made it to Mc'Donalds, and ordered our dinner, then we went home. After a fully long day, Harry and I were quite happy that we had the next day off. It was April, 4th, 2014.
I woke up the next day at 12 o'clock, making the bed and leaving the room. Harry sat on the couch watching something on TV, and talking on the phone. He waved at me, shushing me with his finger, and continuing his conversation. I shrugged, not trying to be nosy, and went into the kitchen.
