When he wakes up, it's already the next day.
Time for his next walk.
He gets up and gathers his stuff, noticing he's getting out of the house quicker now. Around the same point, he gets his anxious feeling again. He sits on the same bench and looks around.
A young woman selling some shirts. A man in a business suit, who seems to be arguing with someone on the phone.
He looks into the cafe. Some friends talking, people working on laptops, students, and... is that the same blonde boy from yesterday? He's wearing headphones again and reading, but doing the same thing as yesterday. That's odd, Zayn thinks.
Hmm, he could go for some coffee right now.
He walks into the shop, but realizes there's not a single empty spot left, except the one next to the blonde. He gets some coffee and sits next to him.
"Hi," he says to the boy.
He looks up, taking off his headphones.
"H-hi," he says, blushing.
"I'm Zayn, what's your name?"
"N-Niall, I'm Niall," Niall says.
"That's a pretty cool name. Are you Irish by chance?"
"Y-yea..."
There's a long pause, of the two just staring at each other.
"So do you come here often?" Zayn asks the boy.
"Every day, from eight, to ten."
"Cool," Zayn says, "I was just wondering because I saw you yesterday too."
Niall notices he feels more comfortable around this boy, Zayn, for some reason. He closes his book, which he rarely does until he's done, and keeps talking to the boy.
"Yea, I like this place... it's warm and cozy, and I know all the workers, and all the regulars here too. The workers know me too, but I don't think anyone else really knows me."
"Oh, that's cool. So do you like, come somewhere from eight to eight thirty, and leave somewhere from nine thirty, to ten? Something like that?"
"No, I leave my house at seven fifty-five, walk here, look at my watch, enter exactly at eight, when they open, and when it's ten, I leave and walk back home."
"Oh."
"I'm autistic... I like the repetition," Niall mumbles.
"I-is that why you wear the-the headphones?"
Niall starts to get a bit angry, but by the way he was stuttering, he could tell Zayn didn't mean to tease or make fun of him.
"Yea..." he answers after a while.
Niall then points at his watch.
"Time."
"Oh, ok, can I come and sit next to you tomorrow..?"
Niall smiles.
"Sure, you're nice, bye."
Zayn smiles back.
"See ya!"
Zayn continues his walk.
When he gets home, he's about to text Liam. He's wants talk about the boy, Niall... but he's never come out to his friend.
He decides to just tell Mr. Davis. They chat for a bit, and Zayn takes another nap.
(This part is super boring, I know.)
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A Ziall Horlik Story
FanfictionNiall, a small autistic, fifteen year old. He sometimes has trouble understanding things. His very best friend is Harry. Zayn, a fifteen year old boy, who recently found out his sister has cancer. Falling into a deep state of depression. His very b...
