True [Zayn Malik AU]

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The humming of the motorbike was put an end to, as Zayn ceased the vehicle at the driveway to the stylish 10-story building he resided in. The bike was no longer to bother about, since it'd be taken back to wherever it needed to be by someone -- also known as one of those moles Rackham bossed -- hence no longer needing Zayn's attention.

He practically dragged his sleep-longing, tired body to the sealed lift door, pressing a lazy index onto the button and yawning free and loud as those drowsy eyes watched the changing red digits until they read the letter 'G'.

He hauled himself through the parted lift doors, pushing a finger onto the button that read '7' to get himself onto the floor that his studio apartment was on. It was a few minutes later, when the lift doors parted open with a 'ting' on the 7th floor and simultaneously revealed a view to Zayn, that got his drowsy, constricted eyes to suddenly snap wide in surprise.

The back of a feathery, fluffy blonde head faced him -- the figure absolutely busy in having his pale fingers fiddle with the metal knob on the wooden main door to Zayn's flat. Quite clearly, the guy was trying to get the sturdy grip unlocked. It wasn't the presence of this fair-haired dude this early in the morning, but the fact that this stranger was trying to sneakily break into Zayn's house was what got him decided on trouncing up to the busy man to have him accused.

From those flexing pale biceps and moderately built frame, the stranger fella seemed young and somewhere around Zayn's own age. The age guess only got Zayn's suspicions of him being some burglar – clearly an inexperienced one – to be heightened, as he thumped his palm onto his shoulder, evidently taking the guy by surprise.

An amused smirk crossed Zayn's face as he confronted the confused guy that faced him. "Looks really can be deceiving," He shook his head at the supposed thief.

An eyebrow was quirked Zayn's way as a pair of clueless blue eyes widened at him.

"You don't remotely resemble what you are, you're shit at it though," Zayn informed.

After a second of silence, the thief concluded the guy facing him was definitely high at the moment. "Easy on the alcohol next time," He offered a sympathetic look to Zayn, turning back around to continue twisting the key into the door knob. The heavy sundry accent spoke for the guy not being a local, but Zayn ignored it anyway.

"So you're gonna try breaking into my house with me standing right next you," He chuckled at the inept thief.

The fiddling with the key stopped once more, as the blonde rose from his bent position to face Zayn again. "I'm sorry dude, I don't speak drunk until I'm drunk," He laughed in hilarity over his own joke, earning an eye roll from an irritated Zayn at the lameness.

"What? You Brits got no humour?" He teased Zayn's annoyed expression.

"As much as I'd like to stay out here and chat nonsense with you, I'm tired and I need to sleep. So if you'd please," Zayn motioned towards the lift.