Consumed

Hey, lets travel, yea?

My hands were hot and clammy, the chilled  martini in my hand wasn't helping at all. I felt like I was betraying him, like I shouldn't be here. Hell, I knew I shouldn't. I couldn't help it, he needed this, to find his parents. I know he does, I know it's eating him alive. He's just afraid, and he can't do it on his own, so I will help him. I still felt dirty, trying to convince myself that this was the right thing to do was way easier when I wasn't in the act of doing so.

I looked over towards the door, watching Zayn walk through the tiny bar to make his way over to me, stunning as always. His hair was grey now. Grey? Somehow he managed to still pull the color off. I sighed as he smiled, i looked down at my drink, it made me feel worse for some reason, that Zayn liked my plan.

"Hey" he smiled as he sat down right next to me. Oohhhhh I feel sssooo dirty. His warm eyes waited for my greeting.

"Hi Zayn." I whinned and put my head on my folded arms. Zayn grabbed my drink out of the way, probably afraid I would accidentally spill it. I groaned, he just laughed.

"What? You feel bad for going behind him?" He questioned. I lifted my head up to see him ordering a drink. I shrugged and he looked back at me.

"Yea, I don't know, I know he's hurt and wants to know more... I mean for gods sake his parents left him when he could hardly fucking read!" My face was hot and I knew Zayn could see the fury in my eyes. I couldn't understand how his parents could just leave him, at such a young age. I just don't get it.

Zayn nodded, sipping his beer. Niall showed me this place a few weeks ago, they don't card you and barley anybody knows about it.

"So what are you thinking?" He sipped his beer again, raising his brows. I sucked in a harsh breath and grabbed my bag. In it was all the Manila folders he's been getting since the start.. Every single one. Some still even had the notes in them, but they were from a long time ago. I pulled all of them out, and set them on the bar in a few piles. His eye brows knit together, and he pursed his lips letting out out a long breath through his nose.

"These are what his parents been sending him since he was a kid?" Zayn asked, grabbing the envelope from 2009.  He opened up the ripped top, using his pointer and thumb, and not touching the note. That was the last note Chaz kept. Every other one was burned from hatred. I wonder why he didn't burn all of them.

"Have you read the note?" He asked skidding the perfect paper from the envelope. On it was perfect black writing, not a single flaw found. I shook my head and grabbed the note from his grasp.

He looked at me confused. "Why?" He asked. "Haven't you thought of all the clues that could be in these notes?" He asked with curiosity laced with his thick voice.

"I am, I just wanna see what we can do before we really start trespassing through his stuff, ya know. We have think about this... What are we going to do Zayn? Travel the damn world looking for his parents? We have to think this through and-" my mouth stopped moving. Something was pressed against the and I let out a Yelp. Zayn had his hand over my mouth, and his eyes were wide looking at mine.

"Say that again." He said in a excited breath. "Say it" he continued on gesturing me to say it again. More excited then the last.

"I wanna see what we can do, before we go invading his space?" I said it as a question more then anything. What was he trying to get at?

"No, something about traveling the world...." He  was trying to remember back.

"Oh, um. I said it's not like we can go traveling the world to find them." I finished my sentence and gulped down the last bit of drink in my hand. I looked back up at Zayn, who hasn't taken his Eyes of me since I spoke. I raised my eyebrows at him, he looked like he wanted to say something.