Earned It [zarry]

Chapter 25

The first thing Zayn becomes aware of is that there's something buzzing by his head. It's loud and only gets louder as the fog of sleep leaves him which causes him to also realize that he has a headache. Probably due to lack of sleep at being woken up so early. With his eyes closed he blearily reaches for the intruding noise.

It feels like his phone.

It is.

Squinting in the lowlight he manages to hit the right button and puts the phone to his ear not bothering to roll off his side. He was always a fetal position sleeper. Didn't that mean he was a caring individual or a sensitive person or something? He vaguely remembers reading a study on sleeping positions.

His neck hurts. He must have slept wrong.

"Mmm-ello?" His voice grates out. He's always had a dragging voice but it's particularly slow this early in the morning. Lack of sleep will do that to you.

"Zayn!" The voice shouts and reverberates in the phone's speaker.

Zayn jerks a bit in surprise, waking up a bit more now that his ear drum was throbbing.

"Harry? What the hell?" he murmurs annoyed, snuggling back down.

"Where are you?" the voice demands.

"Sleeping, go away," Zayn murmurs but doesn't have the urge to hang up the phone just yet.

"Zayn, where are you?" Harry demands again. His voice is higher than usual Zayn notes.

"You would be such a nice baritone if you joined a choir," Zayn thinks aloud.

"What?"

"You know 'fa la la la la'...I bet any church would take you." He chuckles quietly. "I mean Christmas is right around the corner. We could even start your own."

"Zayn..."

"It's so cute when you worry about me. I wish I could see your face though. I bet you have that extremely worried frown on your face from all your thinking and worrying you've been doing. Have you talked to Liam? I bet you have, and now Louis probably knows I'm MIA and is worried as well." Zayn says sighing loudly and snuggling into his pillow. "I wish he wasn't worried though. I don't like it when Louis' worried about me, he acts stupid when he's worried."

"Zayn." Zayn hears Harry taking a deep breath on the other line, obviously trying to calm himself from freaking out possibly. He knows it's to early for Zayn to think right, so why stress. Zayn feels a smile creep onto his face. "Just look around you and tell me what you see."

"Harry? I'm home what are you talking..."

"Please, Zayn."

Opening his eyelids and sitting up straight was a chore. Why did Harry have to call and wake him up? He couldn't wait until morning? He looks around him and he sees that he's not home at all. He's in what looks like to be a fancy hotel room with the balcony doors wide open. The curtains are slightly swaying in the wind, and the sighs is almost calming to Zayn. He sees his shoes on the floor, and looks down happy to see the rest of his clothing still on his body.

"I remember," Zayn says yawning again. "I went to a hotel after I talked to my mom. My dad is doing bad again, and I started crying. I didn't want you to see me cry cause I knew you'd worry Harry. I don't want you worrying, even though you look really cute while doing it. Cause then maybe you'll cry, and I don't want to see you're pretty pastel colours melting away." Harry says and maybe he should have had room service deliver him that bottle of whisky. He didn't realize he'd fallen asleep again until he became aware that Harry was full out screaming on the phone.