Imaginary Lover ... - Zarry Stylik ✔️

Chapter 4 - Still...

Zayn stared at the ceiling, thinking about everything and nothing in particular. He just chewed on the mint bubble gum, his limbs spread across the bed. He sighed. He was bored, and had no idea what to do… he never does. He spends his time lying in bed, watching TV, reading and sometimes doing school work, but right now nothing sounds good.

He just returned to London, about two hours ago and since then he just lied down on the bed, not bothering to unpack. He thought about putting his clothes back on place, but he was to lazy to do so.

He decided that the suitcases didn’t bother anyone since he didn’t have a roommate. Sometimes he wished he had someone just to see and hear around the empty house, but then again he thought he was better on his own.

His mind wandered of to a lot of things as he tried to get the tiniest bit of inspiration but it just… wasn’t coming to him. It was unusual for him seeing as he always was able to get new ideas and paint or draw.

Could it be that he missed home already?

No, he had been through this before, and he had been able to work on whatever he wanted to!

Did he miss Jade?

Maybe! He hadn’t seen her in over 10 days, and they had decided to meet once the second term starts. The date they had been to when she was still in Bradford was amazing, and he knew that he wanted to see her again.

He grabbed his iPod and played a random album, the music blaring through his earphones.

While he thought about Jade, something tingled in his brain, a pair of eyes that he had the urge to draw, so he did. He reached for the sketch book on his bedside table a pencil and his skilled hand started making lines across the blank page.

He bobbed his head along with the music as he put feature after feature on the paper. Some lyrics came into his head and he typed into the iPod. He found the song he was searching for and hummed the words as the tip of the pencil scratched on the white paper.

He spent maybe an hour working on that sketch when he felt the phone vibrate on his pocket. He replaced the sketchbook on it’s previous place and answered his mother’s call.

“Hello mum” Zayn sighed lying back on his bed

“Hello sweetie! Where are you?” she asked curious to know if Zayn had arrived to his flat, or was still on the road. The weather could be a problem sometimes and the plane wouldn’t be able to take of or land in time.

“I’m in London mum, in my flat. The flight was good” He said before his mother would ask the obvious question.

“That’s great” Tricia said “What are you doing?”

“Nothing mum! Just drawing, i’m bored” Zayn answered a groaning edge on his voice, showing his mother how he really felt.

“You should go out then! I’m not going to bother you anymore. Bye” Tricia said and hung up. She had just wanted to know if Zayn’s flight had ended, that’s all.

Zayn sighed. He should go out! He would, but he was to lazy to get dressed up and his self-respect didn’t allow him to go out in his current state. He looked a mess after two hours of rolling all over the bed. He had to redo his hair and get on fresh clothes.

He shook his head and got under the covers deciding the best thing he could do while staying home – sleeping. He closed his eyes, trying to push all his thoughts away and relax as much as he could.

***

He heard a laugh. He looked around and noticed that he was in the middle of a street he didn’t recognize. His eyebrows sunk on his forehead as all he traced with his eyes the endless street in front of him. It was straight and it continued forward, looking like it connected with the sky.