[eng] Leave My Shit Outside ; Ziam

n ; I GOT A GOOD FEELING, THERE'S GOOD DAYS COMING YOUR WAY

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ZAYNIE'S POV

"And we'll drive all night to San Francisco/ Our happiest time in San Francisco..."

A respectful day off where I'm about to enjoy Liam's company in a fucking amazing concert. I can't stop singing since I'm up.

"...You know it suffocated our love/ You really didn't do a thing wrong..."

I spent hours and hours picking an outfit for, at make-up time, I had to spend more time choosing another one that fits with my new colors. Too hard. Sometimes I wish I could be less vain, more sloppy. For harm reduction, you know? How many things could be done during all this time I spent with this? I could get lunch, for example.

My cell phone interrupts the music with Liam's video call.

"Hello, hello, baby" I greeted him with Telephone by Lady Gaga and Beyoncé.

"HATSHHHHH! HATSHHHHOOO! Are you good?"

Me? Well, at this moment I have no reaction, just staring at my phone. I wasn't expecting this. Have to swallow all this split accumulated in my mouth. Just after this I feel able to think about giving him an answer.

"Bless you." I say at first then clear my throat. "I'm good, kinda late. And you?"

"My hayfever is up, but I'm good."

"Did something happen?" I lean the phone on my desk to keep doing my things.

"TSHHHHH! Ugh, I sneezed all over me. HATSHHHHH! Wait a minute."

His cellphone is in some place where I can only see the roof. I take an advantage to change my clothes – out of camera –, until my brown haired man comes back. We use the same time.

"Whoa, so pretty. You weren't like this, were you?"

"No." I laugh. "Thank you. You're the hottest."

"HATSHHHHH!" This time he muffles on a tissue, blowing deeply. "Thank you."

"What happened to you to be like this, honey?" I'm finishing my makeup, Liam takes a while to answer.

"Have no idea." He looks thoughtful.

"Did you take any medicine?"

"For all these days, to be honest. Since that time at the hospital. Should I take one more?"

"What time did you take the last one?"

"It was 8am. HATSHHAAAA! TSHHHHH! TSHHHHH! TSHHHHH! Grrr! Fucking hell."

"I think you should take another one. Don't swear, you're gonna be OK and the concert will be amazing."

"Amen."

"Did you call me for some specific reason?"

"Ahm... no. I'm just anxious, but you're late, so..."

"I just have to eat something and brush my teeth. I'm going downstairs."

"Do you have food there? You could- TSHHHHH! Eat here- TSHHHHH!"

"I'll tell you. Bless you."

"Thank you." He moves a little to blow the nose, but I'm listening anyway.

In the living room Khalil is watching TV with someone. I took a while to recognize Paul and wave to him. He changed his hair.

"Zaynie!" He gets up and comes to hug me. "You're stunning, wow."

"Thanks, dear. I'm going to a concert." I told him. Paul keeps holding my free hand.

"So hurry up! See ya." He blows me kisses, going back to the sofa. I do my way to the kitchen.