Cacophony - Zayn Malik

~Seven~

Zayn Javadd Malik:

I wake up to a distant buzzing of cellphone. I open my eyes to see nothing but blurred images, with a hue over my vision. I rub my eyes profusely, trying to get rid of the dizziness. As I sit up straight, I'm baffled to be sitting at the study table. 

How did I get here? 

My gaze falls on my balled wrist holding a very battered looking quill, my eyebrows furrow. I don't have a memory of sitting at this study table in my room for years. The last thing I remember was passing out on my bed. 

I jerk away from the quill and jumped off the chair I was sitting in. I look at the bare desk, there was no book or any paper on it. What was I writing?

Great, now I not only have to worry about a seemingly bald man trying to kill me in my dreams but I also have to worry about PTSD induced sleep walking.

I stretch my spine trying to knock it off, like it wasn't utterly disturbing that I don't remember having a quill around either.

Stepping into the shower after texting Coco to reach early today, I let my mind wander around a bit. The cold water weaves down my skin as I let the chilling sensation seep through. Undeniably, I think about Gloria. 

It hadn't been a month properly since I met her and all I could make myself think of was her. It is creepy, no doubt. 

"Don't touch me." She had hissed through gritted teeth anytime I accidentally brushed past her. 

It's not like I could help myself, Marvin Erikson is a pretty tiny store for a big man like me. I turn the facet off and wrap the towel around my lower torso as I pause the music from playing.

"I said, I didn't need your help." 

I was almost on the verge of knocking off her pretty teeth last Saturday. She could surely take a little help when she has no idea how to get things done around the store, yeah?

I shook my head, disappointed. Only if she wasn't all up in her head, we miiiiiight've been a thing. She's stubborn...and awkward. 

I walk out of the single bathroom on our floor as I notice the silence in our house. Nobody has woken up yet, it's Sunday. No parental bickering, no sibling fights. Just me and my lonely cigarette before I get going for work. 

I toss my phone on the bed when I locked the door behind me. I unwrap the towel and let it fall on the wooden floor. As I reach for my clothes which laid on my sheets, I here a loud gasp which was followed by a 'Shit.' 

I spun around, awkwardly reaching for my towel as quickly as possible. My eyes fall on a small crouched in a ball near my study table in front of the open window. I could feel my heart beat faster, as I recognized the same soft curls at the back of her head.

"What do you think you're doing?" I hear myself, my voice clearly reciprocating my surprise.

She slowly cranes her neck out of her cupped hands, letting me see her awkward smile. I squirm, wrapping the towel around me tightly, my hands flew up to my torso once the towel seemed tight enough.

There she was. Gloria Edward Robinson, sitting near my half opened desk, doing god knows what.

A/N:

Just a little chapter to show that I'm back to write this story to completion. I apologize for abandoning my bbs, Zayn and Gigiiiiii! Please come back, loves!