Practice and Pacifiers (Zarry Fanfic) (Boyxboy)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Zayn's POV

I hesitantly let my finger hover over the green call button, phone in one hand, paper with the guy from the club's number on it. I sigh and press it as I hear Austin playing in the living room from where I was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter.

"Hello?" I hear the person say through the small phone speaker after a few rings.

"Um hi. This is the guy from the club. Helped your friend. I, uh, just wanted to ask how he was doing." I say softly, running a hand through my hair.

"Yeah! Zayn right? I'm Niall by the way. My friend is Harry. He's doing good. Just got too dehydrated and passed out and hit his head when he fell. Thank you for helping though. Don't think you know how thankful a lot of people are." He chuckled, hearing some shuffling on the other end.

"Oh yeah. Don't worry about it. Just doing what was right." I reply, looking at the clock. "Sorry to cut the call so short, but I really need to go. Tell your friend I'm glad he's okay." I tell him, quickly exchanging farewells before hanging up.

I tossed my phone into my bag before going to put my shoes on. "Come on Austin. Gotta go to grandma's so daddy can go to work." I call for him, getting his shoes out as well.

He quickly runs into the small hallway by the door and sits so I can help him pull his little black VANS onto his feet. I kiss his forehead softly as I pull his jacket on.

"How about you and I stop for dinner and ice cream after I come to pick you up later, yeah?" I ask him, helping him up, slinging both our bags over my shoulder and walking out with him, locking the door and opening his door, tossing our bags in the back seat next to his carseat, helping him buckle.

"Can grandma come?" he asks, picking up one of his toy cars that was scattered in the backseat.

"Course babe, if she wants." I chuckle, shutting his door and getting in, buckling and starting the car, pulling out of the driveway.

"Then yes." he grins as I glance back at him in the rearview, smiling.

_-_-_-_-_-skip to work_-_-_-_-_-

"Sorry I'm late, mum had to ask twenty questions before I could leave." I chuckle, pulling my jacket and sweatpants off, leaving me in my tank top and gym shorts.

"Don't worry about it." Sam smiles as I sit next to her, stretching out.

"What are we doing today?" I ask, leaning forward in my split, stretching out my hips.

"Meeting with some boyband we're doing back up in for some award show." she hums, doing the same.

I nod, reaching out to my left foot, then to my right as I hear the door open and close, a few pairs of feet being heard walking in. Most dancers staying focused, stretching still, some looking up to see who had walked in.

I look up towards the door, vaguely recognizing them all and from the grin on the blonde's face, he must have recognized me from somewhere too.

"Zayn! I'm Niall. From the club!" he says and then it all clicks.