Zustin - Tightrope

You scare me

JUSTIN - August 2020

I've finished cleaning up the cafe and I pray to God no more customers will come in so I will have to re-clean anything. Only 20 minutes left, no one has been here for 15 minutes so hopefully I'll get lucky.

But nope, why would I ever get lucky.

"Hi excuse me we're closed" I lie when a guy in a black hoodie, cap and sunglasses comes in. Who the hell has sunglasses when it's raining.

"Oh sorry it said you close at 8 pm, I just wanted a cup of coffee." A British voice I have heard a million times before say. No way, no this can't be. I know the voice by heart but I must be freaking hallucinating right now.

"HOLY FREAKING CHEESE BALLS." I yell out when he pulls down his hoodie and removes his sunglasses.

"NO FREAKING WAY." I repeat more times than what is sane probably.

"Oh my god, oh my god what the heck are you doing here?" I scream at the man of my dreams, standing right in front of me, alone.

"Well I wanted a coffee but I guess I'll have it somewhere else if you're closed, thanks anyways." He says and turns around.

"Oh no no no, no way you're going out of here what the hell is happening why are you here ZAIN JAVADD MALIK??????"

"Well I am here because I wanted as I've said twice already, a coffee."

"Sit down, you're not leaving I'll give you whatever you want for gods sake just SIT." I scream out very determined as I point to a chair.

"Quite bossy for someone who's talking to a paying costumer." He replies, but he still makes his way over to the table, and sits down.

"So coffee?" He asks.

"Wait I have to get my asthma medecin im about to faint." I say as I run back to behind the counter to grab my bag in which I have my inhaler. I go back to the table and inhale 2 puffs.

"You okay mate?" He asks and I have to take another puff because I can't not believe this is really happening. I just stare at him.

"I really don't wanna come off as rude but I would really like a coffee." He says scratching his neck.

"Yeah and I want you to propose to me during a one direction reunion concert but we can't always get what we want."

"Huh?" He looks at me confused.

"Coffee machine is broken babe, now tell me will there be a reunion and when?"

"Not for me at least, I don't know about the others." He answers.

"Zayn you already broke my heart on March 25, 2015 I cannot go through another thing, if they reunite and you're not there, bad things are gonna happen, this is not a threat but also it really is a threat."

"You're mental." He looks at me, scared and amused at the same time.

"I know, my meds aren't working."

"What the fuck?"

"Shhh. So Larry, real or fake?" I start off, God knows I've wanted this information forever. "I mean we all know it's real but like how real was it? When did it start, when did it end?"

"Do you ever stop talking? What's your name?" He asks, still with a amused and scared expression.

"Justin, but my friends calls me Justin." I say smirking.

"What the fuck would they call you if not by your name?"

"Paul."

"What?" He looks at me confused.