A story in which Zayn is a twenty-four year old dancer with a five year old son named Austin, who is the result of a one night stand at a stupid club with a stupid boy for a stupid after party, but he loves Austin just the same. Now Zayn is a part t...
A/N- I know the time skip is a big jump, but bear with me.
Chapter 5
2 YEARS LATER
Third Person POV
"Mate, you have to check this guy out. He has the voice of an angel, I swear." Niall laughs, walking into the room, laptop in hand.
Harry looks up from where he was scrolling through his Twitter feed lazily. "What are you going on about?" He chuckles, locking his phone and moving so Niall can sit next to him.
"Him." Is all Niall says before showing Harry the Youtube video he had pulled up on his computer screen.
Harry frowned a little when he saw the name Zayn on the album, mind drifting back to how he had left Zayn in that restaurant before listening to the lyrics. Afterall, it couldn't be the same Zayn, right? The Zayn he knew was a dancer, not a singer. But, how common of a name is Zayn, and he could kind of see how the picture of the boy on the album could look like Zayn.
"Yeah man, you're right. Great voice." Harry comments after the song was over. Satisfied with his answer, Niall got up and left.
Once Niall had walked out the room, he unlocked his phone and typed in 'Zayn mind of mine' to Google, clicking on the link that was talking about his new album, Harry's breath catching in his throat when he saw a picture of Zayn.
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Zayn had somehow gotten even more attractive in the past two years and had dyed his hair and had stubble that extenuated his already beautiful cheek bones and sharp jawline.
Harry honestly hadn't been paying any attention to Zayn since he last saw him at the restaurant, too shocked and scared to look him up at all. Harry had somehow gotten management to chose a different dance studio to go with, even though he knew it was a dick move.
As far as Harry knew, Zayn was still a dancer in London with his kid, well, their kid. But, he couldn't be more wrong.
Harry spent the rest of the night listening to Zayn's album and even downloaded it off of Itunes, reading through the tracklist a few times, trying to catch a grip on what was actually happening.
1. MiNd Of MiNdd (intro) 2. Pillowtalk 3. iT's YoU 4. BeFoUr 5. hE 6. dRuNk 7. INTERMISSION flower 8. rEaR vIeW 9. wRoNg ft. Kehlani 10. fOoL fOr YoU 11. BoRdErDz 12. tRuTh 13. lUcOzAdE 14. TiO 15. BLUE 16. BRIGHT 17. LIKE I WOULD 18. HE DON'T LOVE ME
So far, his favorite had to be TiO and he even went on Youtube to see the bonus soundtracks that were only on the Target CD, and Golden had to be another one of his favorites.
All of Zayn's music was powerful and had some sort of deep underlying message, and they were so well written, it was insane how good of a singer he was as well.
Harry had dug him into a hole he probably won't be able to climb out of this time.
A/N- So it's 1:30 in the morning and I'm finally on Spring Break (it was too fucking late in the month. I'm about to stab my eyes out with a fork :):):):):):):):):):)) Anyway, I'm hoping I'll get to update some more during the week. I'm not really sure what the week will bring. I'm pretty sure I'm free for a few hours each day so we'll see how that goes. Love you guys! -Lucas
