Clarity

Station Wagons

Chapter One

The previous year

Zayn's P.O.V

Beep. Beep.

The alarm I set on my phone went on.

Beep. Beep.

I slowly opened my eyes up from my dreamless slumber.

Beep. Beep.

The sound grew more irritating the more I let it ring. I quickly reached over for it and my hand slid across the red cross which closed the alarm. I checked the time on the top right which showed 7:55 AM, indicating that I had about five minutes before I had to get up and leave for work.

I always woke up from about five to ten minutes earlier before leaving. I simply liked to lay on my bed and take in my surroundings. Even though they were the same everyday.

It was mid August, and the bright sunlight seeped through the glass pane windows. My room was not a very large room, it was a small one indeed. Usually a person would find it suffocating but it was my safe haven.

The walls were painted a dark red, almost all of them covered by posters of my favorite bands and superheroes. A white painted door led to my bathroom.

I had a small closet which consisted of mainly leather jackets, skinny jeans and t-shirts which complimented my edgy style. Not trying to brag or something.

I just laid there on my small and creaky, but comfortable bed. My eyes were closed shut, and I opened them from time to time.

Everything felt calm and quiet, something that could easily be compared to what I had to face throughout my normal working days.

I worked as a waiter at Alpines, a local diner in Bradford.

After some more quiet and satisfying minutes, I finally got out of bed and headed towards my bathroom.

I knew what I needed to do, for that was to repeat my daily routine.

I turned on the water and slightly flinched as I felt the cool water hit my skin with a splash.

After applying shampoo to my hair and rubbing my body clean with soap, I wrapped a towel round my waist and got out.

I headed towards mu closet deciding on what to wear. After at least ten minutes of going through the clothes repetitively, I picked a white T-shirt and black skinny jeans which went with my old black boots perfectly. They were my favorite at last.

I lived alone in a one storey house so I just headed straight towards the exit door. I stepped out and locked my door from the outside, quickly rechecked it and went on my way.

I picked his breakfast from the coffee shop across the street, a doughnut and coffee, something that kept me forbearing until lunch.

I had a '85 Volkswagen station wagon. I didn't really care for as long as I had a vehicle that can take me to different points, it didn't matter what vehicle it was. It stood near the footpath right in front of my house.

After a fifteen minute ride, I finally reached at the diner. Destinations were never too far in Bradford. The farthest was a petrol station, which took a thirty minutes ride.

I parked his car in the parking which was empty except from a few cars parked in the distance.

I entered the diner from the back door which had board on it that said in bold letters "Staff only". The fresh smell of croissants and coffee filled my senses. I put on his white apron which hung behind the door. It was the only waiter's 'uniform' at Alpines.

Greeting my co-workers, Mason, Oliver and Logan, I headed towards the area where the customers were seated.

Eventually, today there were no customers and the few who headed in only ordered the takeout.

I headed back to the staff area where I sat myself down on a chair which was against the wall.

"Got no work today?", I heard Oliver say and looked towards his direction. He was leaning against the marble shelf in the opposite direction and lightly smiling.

"Nope." I replied, popping the 'p'. "No one wants your shitty food." I smirked.

"Hey! I'm a great chef okay?" Oliver defended, making me chuckle.

"Yes, sure you are."

Oliver scoffed in return muttering a small 'ass' under his breath.

Oliver was the closest to me. Ever since I started working at the diner we grew close. Oliver was a pale middle aged man, with light stubble and short dirty blonde hair. He had dark blue eyes which totally went with his attire. He was a genuine person, which was what I liked about him the most.

I wholeheartedly enjoyed my time working. I loved the pleasant smell of whatever food being served, I loved my co-workers, I loved the entire place. I could work at this place forever.

Oliver then got busy working, and the entire time passed with me sitting and laughing around. A few customers came in, and went off after ordering things such as coffee. And that too was all during the day. As it was Wednesday, the diner was not so busy.

It was now ten o'clock which meant it was time for the diner to close. I said my goodbye's and headed out towards the parking. The cool breeze hit me making me shiver but still enjoyed it.

I headed towards my car, unlocked it, put the keys in and the engine roared to life.

The car ride back home is fast and although I have done almost nothing all day I wanted to get in my bed as fast as possible.

I already had dinner back at work and couldn't be more full.

I quickly unlocked my front door, stepped in and shut it, stripped out until I was only in my boxers and took long strides towards my bedroom.

It wasn't long till I was in bed and had already dozed off to sleep.

A/N : This chapter is so cliché lmao I promise it gets better.