Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Zayn's P.O.V.
The last few months were great! I got promoted from a waiter to the Manager, I got my own house, and Harry got promoted too. He's now a chef, and he has his own house now. We're now in 2015, January, and just two days before my birthday and I'm officially 20 years old. Time flies. It's the 10th of the month and my birthday's on the 12th.
I was on my way to the store, when I get a phone call. "Hi," my mom said excitedly.
"Hey, mom." I smiled.
"What are you doing for your birthday?" she asked.
"Nothing that has to do with a party. I might just hang out with Harry, and yes, I'm definitely inviting my family. We'll call it a get together," I said.
Mom laughed, "Okay, I'll be there. You want me to tell your sisters?"
"Yes, please, and tell Doniya she can bring her family." I told her. I hadn't seen Doniya and her family in a long time, so I really wanted to see her.
"Okay, will do. I'll call you tomorrow," Mom said.
"All right, talk to you then." After we got off the phone, I stopped at the Market, heading inside and looking at my phone. I had a message, so I decided to read it.
Harry-Hey! How's it feel?
Zayn-How does what feel?
Harry-Being 20!
Zayn-Harry, do you want me to be old? You do realize I'm not 20 yet, don't you?
Harry-That's very funny, but no. You're almost 20, so...
Zayn-Harry, I don't feel any different, and when I'm 20, it'll feel the same.
Harry-Yeah... you keep telling yourself that.
I laughed, shaking my head. I put my phone in my pocket, then walking down the aisles of the market, I stopped. What do I need here? I asked myself silently. I went around the market, grabbing food and whatever else I needed.
I headed on my way, sitting in my car, the engine running, and text messaging Harry back.
Zayn-Yeah, I wll.
Harry-Have fun doing that. So, what's on the to-do-list for the day?
Zayn- I don't really know. Well, I had to stop at the store to grab some things, now I'm heading home. Why?
