Roomies || z.m. #MissionDesi

31. Stuck

The next morning following Deepika's lonesome tearful night, she went back to the set and made sure to not have her personal life's issues come in the way of her career. She decided it would be best for her to move on from the thought of Zayn, so she would not be caused more pain by longing for him. Zayn hadn't bothered to contact her so she assumed that was already a sign telling her to stop dwelling in the past. Maybe they couldn't remain friends after all, Deepika thought.

On the other side of the world in America, Zayn was living a miserable life. He would spend his days and nights either sulking in his condominium or at the studio. In the past two weeks, Zayn hadn't even genuinely smiled once since he believed he didn't have a reason to anymore. People close to him eventually noticed the severe mood change and began to get concerned. Zayn tried his best not to leave his place and mingle around people. He didn't feel like doing anything since all motivation to do something drained out of his body the moment Deepika walked out of his life.

But being the creative soul he was within, Zayn was able to produce some astounding abstract art on the pages of his sketchbook, and scribble down soulful lyrics on the same pages of his sketchbook or on napkins he would find around him, while he burned through almost a dozen of cigarettes through the day.

Zayn missed Deepika dearly and wanted to hear her voice again. But for some reason he wasn't able to get himself to call her. He concluded that maybe if he stayed away from the thought of her it would be beneficial for him in the near future, no matter how torturous it would be for him to set out with his decision now. Many thoughts such as this one, raced through Zayn's head all day and night. Deepika never seemed to disperse from his thoughts and at times he would wish she just could. Zayn would begin to feel suffocated and sense that he'd go insane if his mind continued to run like this.

Zayn was lying stomach down on his bed with his head buried underneath the comforter, when he heard the doorbell chime through his flat. He shut his eyes closed in annoyance and hoped the visitor would just walk away. But to his dismay, the doorbell began to get assaulted along with his ears as the chiming sound repeatedly echoed through the building. Zayn rolled out of bed grumbling and went to answer the door. Behind the door stood Leo and Toby, smiling widely which made Zayn scowl at them in reply.

"Hey Zayn!" Leo stepped inside and grabbed Zayn's arm to high five him.

Zayn whipped his hand out of his friend's grasp and stepped away from the door.

"Love you too bro."

"What are you guys doing here?" Zayn asked scrunching his eyebrows together clearly looking annoyed.

"Ugh why does it reek in here?" Toby asked disgusted as he waved his hand in front of his face. "Don't tell me you've picked up on smoking through boxes since the breakup."

"Maybe I have, Mom." Zayn glared at him.

"You look terrible also." Toby walked towards him studying his appearance.

"Why are you both here?" Zayn repeated the question again clenching his jaw.

"To get you out of here." Leo answered.

"What?"

"You've let yourself go Zayn. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?" Leo raised an eyebrow. "Your hair has gotten so long and you-"

"Okay!" Zayn cut him off by putting his hand up. "I didn't know you were dropping by to talk shit about my house and me. Give me a call next time." he sarcastically smiled at his friends.

"Look, we just care about you Zayn." Toby said. "I think it's best for you to step out for a bit and breathe some fresh air. I promise you'll feel better."