Next Door || HAMZAH THE FANTSATIC

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9:42am. 

As soon as I wake up, my eyes start to feel heavier, as if they're begging me to go back to sleep. Regardless, I push myself up so that if I were to try and go back to sleep now, it wouldn't work. 

I walk out to the living room, half-expecting to find my parents sitting on the couch, maybe even waiting for me to wake up. But the room is empty, the only noise being saved for the faint hum of the heater.

I glance toward the kitchen. No lingering breakfast smells, no clatter of dishes. Just silence.

Letting out a slow breath, I drop onto the couch and pull a blanket over me. I didn't even want to come, anyway.

Reaching for my phone on the table, I unlock it to find a single notification from my mom.

Mum | Gone for most of the day

Mum | We'll change dinner to tomorrow night

Tomorrow night.

I stare at the screen for a moment, my thumb hovering over the keyboard before I lock the phone again, throwing my phone onto the cushion beside me.

After a moment, I pick it back up, quickly checking if Hamzah has read my good morning text yet. The delivered status sits untouched, and I bite the inside of my cheek.

I hesitate calling him, watching my finger hover over his name. What if he's still asleep? Or worse, what if I'm being too clingy?

Before I can decide, my phone vibrates in my hand, Hamzah's name lighting up the screen.

I blink at it for a second before answering. "Hello?"

"Hey," he says, his voice is warm and slightly raspy, like he only just woke up. "Did I wake you?"

"No, you didn't. I was just..." I trail off, glancing toward the quiet kitchen. He goes silent, as if he was waiting for me to continue but eventually forgetting to. 

"I woke up a bit late today," He lets out a small grungy sigh. I pick up a few noises of shuffling and footsteps. 

"Yeah, it's almost already one for you." I reply with a small laugh, even though I know he can't see me.

He hums as a response, his tone still heavy with sleep. There's a brief pause before I hear the sound of a door creaking open.

"So," he starts, his voice only a little more clearer now, "do you have any plans for today?"

I lean back against the couch, tucking my feet under the blanket. "Not really. My parents are out all day, so it's just me."

He hums thoughtfully. "Oh, that's not that bad,"

"Yeah," I shrug, even though he can't see it.  "I was thinking of maybe walking around later, but I haven't decided yet."

"Alone?" he asks, his tone carrying a hint of concern.

"Probably, not much people are awake during this time." I reply, there's a pause in his voice and I can't tell if it's cause he's preparing to say something or he's doing something. 

"You could call me while you're out," he suggests, a slight hesitant tone in his voice. 

"Only cause you asked," I reply, letting out a small laugh to myself and I hear him quietly scoff to himself.