Torn Between Reality - Zerrie (Completed)

Calling Harry. Chapter 13.

Zayn's P.O.V.

The next morning hummed as birds sat in their nests singing. I walked out onto the back porch. I looked around at my surroundings. The house I lived in was a two story, bland, plain white paneling, with windows that were white wood. The roof was a dark brown, with a hint of black along the creases. It wasn't that nice, it was a house that I wanted. A house I could do a lot with, but I didn't know what I wanted to do with it. Once I thought of fixing it up, is when all the ideas came into place on what I could really do to make this place better.

I thought of it as more of a 'Welcome home' thing than a gift, but it was both. I liked the idea of fixing it up into her liking instead of my own. The idea of making her happy that I did this for her, and no one else. I was going to put a lot of time and effort into the house, more than I have in anything.

I was standing in that same spot on the porch, thinking of how I would do all of what I wanted. I decided I should check the perimeter of the house, so that I could see everything. I walked along the sides of the house. Windows set at each room, curtains covered them so you really couldn't see the inside. I walked along the back of the house again, because all I did at first was stand there. So I looked at all the room I had. The house had been built on a very big lot, so in easy words I had a lot of land that I could really work with.

When I searched the front yard, I saw just how much needed to be done. The front door was just there, in the middle of the house, like it was random. The door also did not match the house color. The door itself was a dark lime green. There was so much land that a whole garden could've been planted, but never had. The grass which lined the pavement wasn't anything. There was little grass, as most of it was patches of dead, yellow, hard grass.

There was no denying that the house needed a lot of work, but it wasn't that bad looking. The paving was all messed up, like it hadn't been replaced for a long time.

I went back inside, heading upstairs. I never really went up there, just on some occasions.

The inside of the house looked better than the outside. There was nothing up there, just empty hallways and rooms. I had just one room that wasn't empty, and that was my art room. It was filled with my pencils and other stuff that I used. I only went up there sometimes, and those times were before I had Jasper. I never wanted to go up there and leave him downstairs, but then I also never wanted to bring him up there. Fumes wouldn't have been good for him to be around. It's not even good for me to be around, that's why I wore a mask.

I went downstairs, picking up my phone and calling Harry. "Hey, Zayn." He answered.

"Hi." I said.

"Well, what's up?" He asked.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm fixing up my house for Perrie." I told him.

"You're doing what!?" He screamed over the phone, as if it was the most shocking thing he'd ever heard.

I moved the phone away from my ear, putting it back after a few seconds. "I said, I'm fixing up-"

"I know what you said... But why?" He asked.

"Because she deserves it. We're going to get married. She doesn't even know what job I have, or anything about me." I told him.

"Well, when you put it like that it sounds like I'm stupid." He said sarcastically.

"Yeah, well, it was stupid, Harry." I said.

"How was it stupid?" He questioned.

"How! Who asks 'why'?" I said.

He laughed. "You have me beat there. Anyway, what's the wedding plans?"

"I don't know yet." I said.