The Artist

Chapter Thirty Three

Lol hey guys, my exams have started and I decided, to hell with it. I want to update more than a study so here we go xD

All the love.

I wake up Monday morning to a sad feeling in my heart. No calls, no texts. Nothing. He hasn't even tried calling me back.

I get dressed and make my way to work, maybe he'll be there and he'll have a reason for not calling. Does he need a reason? Yes. He does. And I've made up my mind, I'm going in all guns blazing until I get one.

I make my way up the stairs towards his studio. Just before I reach the door, I hear my name being called.

"Hey Zayn!" I smile, walking over to him.

"Morning! So, eh, how's things?" He says sweetly.

"Good, good. Have you heard from Harry?" I ask. I am getting a little concerned, if I'm honest.

"Actually, yes! He dropped his phone last night, and he's gone to get it fixed now, he said he'll see you later." Zayn nods, smiling.

"Do you know where he was last night?" I ask suspiciously. Zayn sounds like he's reciting lines from a script. He sounds rehearsed. Or maybe I'm just paranoid.

"My place." He says immediately. "I was with him when his phone broke and we were taking and having a good time, so he just slept on my sofa." Zayn shrugs, still smiling.

"Oh." I nod my head, as if I'm believing it all. "I was just wondering, I should head on in." I bid goodbye to Zayn and walk into the studio, taking a seat at my desk and sighing.

He's lying through his teeth. He's covering for Harry, for a reason I cannot understand.

But, it doesn't add up. Harry broke his phone last night? He answered me when I called him last night. Unless he broke his phone after.

You're deluding yourself Ellen, my subconscious screams. I know Zayns lying. Yet, my delusion gives me peace of mind.

I throw myself into my work, I need to just wait till Harry gets here and then ask him for myself. He won't lie to me for long. I know he can't do it. He'll crack... He's got to.

Is he cheating on me? Is Zayn covering that up? But then again, I didn't think Harry had told anyone that we were 'a thing'. Although, I'm pretty sure Niall figured that out for himself. I laugh at the memory of a drunken Niall in O'Neill's pub.

Three hours pass and still no sign of Harry. And now, I'm sitting in the employees lounge with Perrie, drinking my coffee and trying not to act like I'm tearing up my brain inside, burning all my energy on this mystery.

"Hey, Perrie." An idea bulb ignores in my head. "Did Harry stay at yours last night?" I ask her, catching Zayn walking toward us out of the corner of my eye.

"No, why?" She giggles. Busted.

"No reason." I say quickly before turning my attention to Zayn, raising my brow at him. "I need to talk you later." I say through gritted teeth.

I walk back upstairs and throw myself onto my swivel chair. I knew it. I knew bloody well he wasn't telling through the truth.

I tug on my hair slightly, trying to get back to my work. I need to prioritise it right now, I need these company income and expenditure accounts done by tomorrow.

I'm not paying attention to what I'm doing. I need to focus.

But just then, focus flies out the door, just as Zayn and Harry walk in it.