ZERO [ L.T. Fanfiction ]

Chapter 5

[ double update on readers' demand :p]

Somehow by 3 am, I complete my work. I am tired. This article got the shit outta me. My eyes are drooping. I feel like sleeping on this table itself. But for comfy, I manage to get up and walk into the bedroom.

I can hear Zayn's soft snores. He is a sound sleeper. Let the world be upside down, he'll complete his sleep and then get up. But I somewhere love this quality in him.

I drop myself on the bed without even taking a blanket. I fall asleep as soon as my head meets the pillow.

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1...

1...

1...

1...

1...

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I sit up with a start, with my breath, heavier and faster. Zayn's arm is still wrapped around me and my body is drenched with sweat. What the hell was that? What did that even mean? I am tired of these numbers.

"Honey, what happened? Are you okay?" he asks in his sleepy voice.

"y-y-yes just had a dream. " I lie

I am dreaming these numbers since the count of 151, it never bothered me. But I knew they were there. Now, that I am scared. I don't want to dream further. I am even afraid of sleeping.

I turn the air conditioner on, crawl into Zayn's arms and sleep, hoping that I don't dream further.
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"Just two minutes." I yell. Zayn badly wants his coffee. He usually works from home but today he has a meeting with someone. He is an artist and has his own art gallery.

It's not that big but he makes enough money for us. His paintings always inspire me. I love watching his paintings and watching him paint. He always licks his upper lip while painting.

I walk out of the kitchen with a bowl of cereal and coffee. Zayn is fidgeting with his tie. I giggle. I walk up to him, give him his coffee and ask him to hand it over to me.

His height is slightly greater than me but I bind his tie anyways.

"24 years old and you still don't know how to bind a tie." I tease.

"Shut up" he says and smiles. He drinks his coffee and kisses my forehead.

"I am getting late. I'll be home till evening. Wish me luck. I'll come home and tell you everything. Bye." he gives a goodbye kiss and rushes out of the door. I laugh at his actions.

I sit down to eat my breakfast. I rarely eat my breakfast alone. If Zayn would have not been there with me last night, I would have been freaked out.

That bloody dream. It doesn't bother me specifically but I hate seeing obnoxious numbers in my dream. I don't know what will happen after 1. It's the last number.

No. Zero is the last number.

*buzz*

*buzz*

I pick up my phone, it's my mom.

*Hi honey. How are you doing?"

*I'm good. What about you?*

*I'm fantastic. You have just stopped calling us. Are you busy or ignorant?* my mum asks.

*of course, I'm busy mum.* I reply

*Busy in what? Making love with Zayn?" she giggles. I swear by this question, I want to disappear somewhere. Why is she even so frank?

*No. In work mum. I work. My boss is an asshole.* I say, changing the topic.

*Aww, my kid is grown up now.* I am successful.

*okay, I gotta go mum. Bye* I end the call.

I should get ready for my work. Hope there's no traffic. I glance at the clock. I have much time left. Let's go to church.

Jesus Christ! Please stop these dreams, my lord.

Author's note

This chapter was an interesting one like I promised. There is much suspense and interest which is going to be unfolded.

If you have any questions regarding the , cast, sequence or anything of that matter, then comment or message me. I will be conducting a Q&A chapter where I'll be answering most of them.

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-N