Come Back (a Zerrie fanfiction)

Chapter 23: Not Angry Anymore

The next day...

"This is such a long list..." Zayn heaved a huge sigh.

First of all, he was the one who woke up first today. Which was odd, but he payed no mind to it. So naturally, the four idiots refused to believe that someone who used to rise up late was first to wake up.

Second of all, Louis gave him a long piece of paper somewhere after lunch. When Zayn asked what it was, the brunette simply said, "Do our grocery shopping for us, pleeeease??? Besides, it's been a long time since you did it."

Zayn had no choice but to agree because 1. Louis was right and 2. It was probably a silent but polite favor for Zayn to get away even if it took a few hours, so Louis would be able to cuddle with Harry and the same goes for Liam and Niall, and to make the raven not feel left out.

And here he is now, in the local grocery store, and he doesn't know where to find these blasted things had he not asked help from some people and the shop assistants.

He takes a look at his trolley full of junk food, frozen meat, soda, stuff needed for each member's health like medicine...and the only thing he needed was...

"Toilet stuff..." Zayn read.

And so, he wheels his trolley one more time, eager to find the toilet section.

"Let's see...toilet paper, Harpic*, Duck*, or Domestos*...That's about it," Zayn gives the list a last read before wheeling his way toward the grocery shelves, pulling out things he needed.

Much to Zayn's dismay, there was NO Harpic nor a Duck nor a Domes–Oh. Oh, there it is.

One Domestos left.

Zayn makes his way toward the remaining toilet cleanser and triumphantly gets it. However, someone seems to be competitive today. There was another hand on the cleanser!

The whole world knows that Zayn doesn't easily give up on a fight, so he looks up to the owner's hand. He wasn't expecting to see someone he knew today.

"A-Anabelle?!" the Muslim exclaims. Well, this is awkward.

The said lady smiles her usual smile, "Oh, Zayn! Small world, huh? And what did I tell you about my name?"

Shoot. "Ah–Yeah. Sorry."

Zayn hasn't realized that he was still gripping at the bottle. He's only realized it when Anabelle let go.

"Here, you can have it. I still have enough and you probably need it more than I do."

"Wh-What?! No! We don't need it that much, we could just buy another one next ti–"

"Zayn."

"Fine, fine." He was just trying to be a gentleman, don't get him wrong. He isn't flustered about this whole meeting with Anabelle. Not at all.

"I know it's only been a few days since we haven't met, but how are you? How are things?"

He wasn't expecting that. At all.

"Ah–Well, you know..."

"Hold that thought, will you? We should have these payed and then let's go catch something to eat or drink. I know a place near here. My treat." Anne smiles enthusiastically.

The two wheel their ways towards the cashier, and head towards the way out, where Anne led Zayn to a small but cozy cafe.

"Are you sure?"