Beautifully Inked (Zayn Malik AU)

Chapter 3

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I woke up with a bloody hangover. Good lord. I toss and turn on the bed, trying to get rid of this dull ache in my head.

"Too much alcohol, I see," I murmured to myself before reaching at the bedside table to lit a cigar. The smoke puff out of my mouth as I blow it slowly out of my system. I feel it burn another part in me, but the nicotine is what makes me going. The addictive substance makes me crave for more. I rest it on the ashtray above the table.

Checking the time, I see it's seven o'clock in the morning. Which I find a bit early for me to get up. My fingers tapped against the screen of my mobile and I fought myself... but the stupid part of me won when I heard her voice.

"Zayn?" she asked in confusion, "Where are you? I've been worried this whole time," her voice became unpleasant to my ear all of a sudden.

I scoffed before answering, "Why'd you do that, Perrie?" I cut through the chase. What's the point of beating around the bush anyway?

Until now, I'm asking for answers. But all I got was a load of bollocks, rubbish.

"Oh, love..." she sighed, "I am sorry for what I do. Come home, Zayn. Ple--"

It's funny how I easily neglect her requests now. It used be just a single smile from her and I'm come running to aid her, but now, everything just changed. The bubble we were in turns out to be a crap and lies.

I throw my mobile across the room, running my hand through my hair. The irritation seeps in my skin and I regret giving her a call. I should've just ring up my mum then my morning wouldn't be so ruined. She might hate my guts for leaving but at least I don't hate her.

. . . .

"Mum," I spoke, a little hesitant. After a good hour of battling myself, I finally ringed her.

"Hello, sunshine," I heard her say. I know she's holding back her queries, 'cause if not, I'm already bombarded with thousands of it.

"How's things?" I mustered the courage to ask first. I sat on one of the settee that faces the glass window. This place is really pretty, kinda helps with making me forget things.

"Fine. And you, darling? How have you been?"

Here it goes...

"Fine, too--"

"When are you coming home, Zayn? You got me worried and your dad as well," she said, her voice a little shaky. I can imagine her face twisted in concern.

Good lord, I could be such a dick sometimes.

What the hell is my problem? I shouldn't have hid from my family, too. And now their getting anxious on my account. Way to be a fucking prick, Zayn.

"I'll be home in a few weeks-- months?" my response turned out to be a question.

She suck in a breath before speaking again, "Hunny, we can talk about it. You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah, mum..."

"Come home. Walihya's been asking where's her big brother. We all miss you here," she continued to shove guilt in my guts. Couldn't blame her though.

"I know," was all that I said. Obviously I don't have any acceptable response.

"Won't you going to tell me where you are staying?" The silence span between us so she continued, "Or are you even eating properly, Zayn? You're really making me worry..."