Shory [short stories]

Zayn comes home

It was my birthday but Zayn was on tour so I spent my birthday with my parents, but I went home after dinner. I was expecting Zayn to call this morning, but he didn’t. As I was about to go to bed my mobile rang. Zayn’s name glowed on the screen. He hadn’t forgotten!

Zayn: hey y/n It’s me

You: Zayn!!

Zayn: haha, how are you love

You: oh... Um, I’m fine how are you?

I lied… I wasn’t fine. It was my birthday and my boyfriend was on tour and he didn’t even remember it! I was quite pissed actually.

Zayn: that’s good, I’m alright. Tours pretty good so far. I’m actually performing in an hour-

You: I thought you already performed...

He sounded suspicious. He was terrible at lying so I knew something was up

You: Zayn... What’s going on!

Zayn: n-nothing. Hold on I think there’s someone in the house? I can hear someone.

You: what? I can’t hear anything

Then there was a knock at the door. I ran to the door, my phone still attached to my ear.

You: hold on, some ones at the door

I opened the door to find a man at the door; I couldn’t see his face because there was a huge bunch of flowers in front of him

The man spoke “Hello mam, these flowers are for you” he had a very strong American accent. “Ah thank you” I replied.

Zayn: who is it?

He whispered

y/n: some American with a load of flowers, I have to put my phone down to carry them. Bye.

I said angrily. I was still so angry at him for forgetting my birthday. What a boyfriend he is..

The man handed me the flowers, reviling a familiar face. “Happy birthday!” the boy said. “Zayn!” I shouted jumping into his arms. “Sorry I took so long” he pouted then kissed me. “I have to leave early in the morning but I’m here now so let’s make the most of it” he winked and carried my bridal style up the stairs.