Further On (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 36

Chapter 36;

-Zayns POV-

July 20th, 2018

"And stop," my producer says. "That's fucking gold Zayn! Fucking gold!" He claps. "Do you know how amazing this single is gonna be."

"Yeah, man," Rico adds. "Is it about anyone? Or were you just writin stuff down."

It's about my wife.

"Nah, I was just writin stuff down." I chuckle.

"Cool," he nods. "Party at your place tonight?"

"No, I think I'm just gonna throw in the towel tonight. I party every night. Not exactly used to that anymore you know."

"Right. Cuz you have like three kids right?"

I nod.

"How come they didn't move down here too?"

"They're gonna. They're just getting everything situated up there." I lie.

"Great. But when this single drops tomorrow..." He rubs his hands together.

"Yeah, great..." I mumble, staring into the distance as I think about my family.

It's dark and I hear a few houses down from me partying it up. I get into this big empty house and plop down on the sofa, where I visioned Arielle and I to be cuddled up and watching movies with the kids. Romeo occasionally stopping by. I huff, checking my phone to see a message from Zoe.

Do you want me to stop by later on? ;)

No, I don't Zoe. Leave me alone.

I cut my phone off and start to wonder what they could possibly be doing. Sleeping hopefully, because of what time it is in London. When I said I would leave, I was expecting her to come to a realization that we can't stay away from each other and be down here a week later. I didn't exactly think it was going to be a whole fucking two months into this and I'm still alone in the big house with all of their rooms finished and shit. I have Suriaya's room all decorated in ballerina stuff because I know Arielle would love that. I have Noah's room decorated with an aquarium theme because he would go nuts for that. And Joel, well, it's just a green room with a bunch of toys in it with trains because he doesn't really show off what he likes a lot. It wouldn't hurt to call and see if she's up. I'm gonna call her. The second my phone cuts back on, I click her contact. The phone rings and rings and rings then once I was about to hang up she answers.

"Hello?" I hear.

What do I say?!

"Hi," I opt.

"I was texting you earlier today."

"How come you're not sleeping?" I ask.

She takes a while to answer.

"It's cold."

I miss you.

"It's almost July." I reply.

"I know, which is the crazy part." She mumbles. "What's been going on lately?"

"Nothin' much." I lie.

"Oh cool. Do you think maybe I could....I don't know, come visit sometime?"

Of course, baby. I want to see you.

"I don't think that'd be a good idea," I say instead.

I hate when I do that.

"You're right. I don't even know why I asked. I'm sorry."

"You're good." I say. "How are the kids?"