Fucking hell i wrote this story and the plot was really good but it got deleted im so fucking sorry T_T
Zayn's POV
I fumbled with my keys, trying to unlock the door when i noticed a note stick to the door knob.
Hey zayn, me and Doniya went to visit grandma for a couple of days because of her conditions. Left some money and leftovers. Love, mom.
I jogged to the kitchen and poured my self a cup of chocolate milk and instantly gulped it down. I locked and closed all the doors and windows and turned off all the lights considering i would be in my room most of the time because hey theres chocolate and internet what else do ya need. I changed to my labrador husky onesie which my mom bought for halloween to match Doniya's North Pole queen costume. But i never got to use it as when i wore the onesie, it muffled me with so much warmth and so much comfort i decided to just stay in Halloween night and make it as my favorite pajamas.
I plop down to my bed and started scrolling through my social medias when i remembered i had a homework about sketching human face for my art presentation. I groaned and grabbed my art bag. My eyes roamed through the artist names suggested by the paper but none of them were appealing enough to sketch. Then, a pair of verdant green eyes appeared in my head with a mop of hazel curls and rosy lips. Perfect i thought. He's perfect to sketch. I started first drawing his outlines them contouring it a little but it didn't came out how i wanted it to be so i crumpled it and throw it to the bin. I decided to try drawing his curls first but it didn't look the same. I groaned and tugged on my hair as my bin gets fuller and fuller with crumpled papers. I decided to call him instead and maybe by hearing his voice, it could trigger a memory and make me sketch him better.
Ring
Ring
RingBy the fourth ring, i started to become anxious. Why isn't he picking up? Then i chuckled to myself when i looked at the clock and it says '11.00'. He's probably tired from all the work stuff so i hung up not wanting to bother him.
I laid across my bed, looking at the ceiling and fell myself drift to sleep picturing how good would it be when i finally move in with harry. How we would always cuddle in every chance we get and how many simple yet addictive kisses we would share. I slowly closed my eyes with the picture me and harry all cuddle up in a sofa with a cheeky smile in both our faces.
But my eyes snapped opened when i hear my phone vibrate on the nightstand and i quickly grab it and answered it without looking at the caller ID. My heart flutters when i hear his hoarse yet silky voice telling me that he was indeed sleeping."H-hello?" He's croaky voice struggled.
"Hey love"
"Hey babe. Why did you call so late? You need anything?"
"Nah, just missed you thats all" i grinned at his thoughtfulness, he really does care.
But then there was silence and a little shuffling on the other side of the phone.
"Babe? Harry? You there?" I asked concerned he fell asleep already.
"Yeah just putting some clothes on"
"Where are you going so late?" I asked suspicious.
"I'll be there in 30 minutes max" then he hung up.
I grinned so wide it hurts. He's coming just to see me, just because i said i missed him. I squealed and jumped a little on my way down the kitchen. The things this man does to me.
I don't know what to make that was fast and efficient so i just microwave some popcorns. I ran upstairs cleaning all of my dirty clothes that were covering every inch of floor in my room. Typical teenage boy room. I made a mental note to change my ridiculous pajama to a slightly normal ones and began putting all the clothes to the washer and throwing out the full bin. The timer of the microwave coincide with the bell and i skipped through the living room and opened the door revealing a smirky harry. Before i got to say anything, he had pinned me roughly against the wall and slamming his lips in a rough yet delicate way.
Im still fucking sorry for any confusion. I swear i posted this chapter before.
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