Zustin - Tightrope

Got banged

Its a typical Friday at work, people coming in and out, always happy because of the upcoming weekend. The hum of the coffee machine and the chatter of regular costumers providing a familiar backdrop to my routine.

As I wipe down the counter, ready for my shift to be over any minute I feel my phone buzzing. I pull it out and see Zayn's name on the screen, my heart as always skips a beat and I open the message.

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New text message from Zayn

Zayn: im on my way to you I'll be there at 5 pm, so don't go anywhere, and fix something to eat I'm fucking starving. Staying the whole weekend. Going on the plane, ily

Justin: what????? You didn't tell me you're coming

Zayn: wanted it to be a surprise but needed to make sure you're home and make me food lol, or order idgaf. Can't wait baby ❤️

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I stare at the screen, almost unable to believe what I'm reading. Zayn was coming to see me, without us planning it. My pulse quickened with excitement and disbelief. Usually we have to plan for days, for weeks to get a whole weekend together. And I knew he was busy this weekend, but now apparently he has made sure to find a way to have it free, and it matching my free weekend as well.

I quickly finish my shift, my mind already racing with plans. As soon as I get home I clean up the mess I left this morning when I left in a hurry due to me oversleeping, as often before. I shower, doing my normal deep clean shower, scrubbing away the days grime and letting the anticipation build as the hot water washed over me. Once I was dressed I head to the kitchen to start cooking.

Both me and Zayn knows I'm not very good in the kitchen, all I ever make for myself is waffles, pasta and rice basically. I debate making waffles, seeing how it is Friday, but I already had it for lunch so I'm fine. Since Zayn taught me a little the last time he was here, I decide to actually try something that I know Zayn like, but a little twist. I start cooking and it's actually going very well, and the sauce turns out great. I take some away and place in a bowl for me, before I pour in the halloumi cheese and also some more chili because god that man likes spicy food. My spice tolerance has actually gone up very much since I met him, but it's nowhere near his level.

I even decide to make some naan, and, well before they get burned, they tasted amazing so I take it as a win. I decide to order some instead and they get delivered fast.

I set the table and light some candles, I put on some music in the background. I see that Zayn is only 2 minutes away, so I put everything out on the table. The apartment feels so warm and welcoming, and I almost go crazy from waiting for him. Two minutes feels like two months.

Just as I'm putting the the finishing touches on the table I hear the key twist in the lock. My heart leaps and I run to the door. As soon as it opens I throw myself into Zayn's arms, tears streaming down my face. I've missed him so much that it psychically has hurt me, and now it's all going away.

"I've missed you so much." I manage to get out in between my sobs, clinging to him tightly.

Zayn hold me close, his own tears mixing with mine. "I've missed you too baby, so so much."

We just stand there for a long moment, just holding each other, feeling the warmth and comfort of being together again. Finally we pull ourselves together and move to the kitchen table.

"I cooked butter chicken but with halloumi cheese instead, it turned out so good you need to try now." I say as I load it up on his plate without asking how much he wants.