Zarry One-Shots

Unconditionally

*Based on Unconditionally by Katy Perry*

*With a bit of Welcome to my life by Simple Plan*

~ Dedicated To: BexTruex2xU ~

Thanks for reading my One-shots and urging me to continue :D I love your stories by the way :) Sorry if there's any mistakes :| hope you like it :D xx

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It was about 22 degrees out tonight, a boy named Zayn Malik was walking home from the supermarket after picking up some groceries. He walked along the empty road, just watching the fresh new flakes begin to fall from the dark gloomy sky. He had 2 bags in one hand and in the other he had his Phone in hand scrolling through his playlists trying to find a song to fit mood and settled on an Ed Sheeran song. He walked to the beat of the song, while his eyes wandered on every detail of the flakes on the ground as they deformed into the pavement. A couple minutes later he comes up to a small house, he walks up the little drive way and stops at the front door. He places his phone in his back pocket while setting the bags on the floor while he takes out his wallet and searches through every pocket until he finds a key. He inserts the key and turns it until its open, he picks up the bags and closes the door with his foot and walks into the kitchen, placing the bags on the small island. He takes off his shoes and walks upstairs to his room. His house isn't big like most modern houses but is more of a big apartment. The house has 2 rooms, his room and a spare, which he turned into his graffiti room, and has 1 bathroom in the hall, a small comfortable living room and a medium sized kitchen. Zayn walks into his room and checks the time on his phone, its 11:27 pm, he takes off his jeans and multiple layers of shirts and jackets and shimmies himself into a pair of grey baggy sweats and a navy blue long sleeved thermal. He walks back into the kitchen and sorts his groceries into their appropriate compartments. Once he's finished he places a newly bought box of tissues on his desk, next to his telephone and desktop, up in his room. "Today's gunna be an emotional night." He mumbles while turning on his desktop and opening the tissue box. He checks the final time and its 11:58, 2 more minutes and his job begins.

The telephone rings right on cue and he picks up while typing away on his desktop. "Hello, Suicide hotline. This is Zayn, whats seems to be your problem?"

Yes, Zayn works as a suicide hotline operator. Zayn is a college student studying psychology. He wants to help people with problems when he's older and decided what way to learn better than helping people through the phone. Zayns shift starts at midnight and ends around 5am. He picked this shift because he thinks most calls are made after hours and he wants to help as much as possible. He gets multiple calls and always hangs up satisfied, and happy that he's improved a life, and that's why Zayn loves his job. "No problem, I'm glad I helped you. Call back whenever you have more problems and I'll be here to help. Stay safe tonight, Goodnight." Zayn hangs up and releases a big breath of air and grabs a tissue from his desk. He wipes away a couple of stray tears and reports his call into his computer. Its about 3:18 am, he's only gotten 4 calls so far, he stretches his limbs in his chair and waits for another call. Two minutes later he receives another call.

"Hello, Suicide hotline. This is Zayn, what seems to be your problem?" He spoke through the phone. "Hey Zayn, my names Harry and... I'm having those thoughts again..." Harry trailed off.

"Well i'm here to help you ok harry? Do you want to tell me what's been happening?"

"Well, its been the same everyday." harry mumbled through the phone.

"What's the same?" Zayn sits up in his chair and props his elbows on his desk.

"Getting beat up at school." he whispered.

"You know Harry, that's happened to me at school too. And trust me, things do get better."

"You don't get it though! I've been dealing with these fucking feelings for 4 years!! Every single day I wake up and debate whether I should just do it now or wait till things 'get better' and I'm fucking tired of waiting!!" Harry yelled through the phone, multiple sobs following after.