ZERO [ L.T. Fanfiction ]

Chapter 6

"Sandwich will do for me." I tell Niall, who's taking our orders for placing for lunch.

I sit and stare into the blank space, wandering around in my thoughts, wondering about my weird dreams. It's hard to keep something in your heart or from telling anyone.

I know I should talk to someone so that I at least get distracted. But I fear people's judgment. They will think I'm insane.

If I talk to Zayn, I know he'll be there for me but I don't want him to think that I am weird. I feel like stuck up. I wish I was ignorant. I wish--

"Hello, Miss Daydreamer. Here's your sandwich." Niall snaps his finger.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you coming." I say.

"It's okay" he says and pounces on his fries.

The rest of the day was spent in working and attending meetings. I am exhausted. I call Zayn and I'm directed to the voice-mail. Immediately he texts me that he'll not be able to come to pick me up.

I decide to take a cab. My office is 45 minutes far from my house. It's not too far and not too close. I put my earphones, listen to light music while gazing at the street outside the window. I close my eyes.

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Shit. I scream. The cab driver looks at me with a puzzled look from his rear mirror. He might be thinking, I'm a psycho.

"Sorry, I slept. Nightmare. I'm sorry." I apologize.

"umm. Okay. Fine." he says.

I dreamed the last number. I dreamed zero. I hope nothing will happen. Nothing has happened. I thought, zero will lead me to a nightmare. But no. I hope these obnoxious numbers stop from now.

I look outside the window; my place has arrived. I pay him, apologize again and walk into the building. I open the door of my house and enter.

The smell of Zayn's deodorant is still lingering. I love it.

I walk inside, switch on my laptop to watch Netflix and chose some movies. I call Zayn again, and this time he picks up.

*I am sorry, baby. The meeting went too long. Are you home already?* he says as soon as he picks up the phone.

*It's ok. I am home and I took a cab.* I say.

*Oh good. I'll come home and tell you everything. You better go to sleep because I'll bore you when I come home.* he giggles.

*ok. Come soon.* I giggle.

Although he told me that I should sleep, I chose to watch Netflix and eat my favorite ice cream. My favorite flavor is chocolate ice cream with Choco chips. I love it.

I walk into the kitchen and open the door of the fridge. I start finding it. As Zayn and I both are foody people. We have lots of food stored in the fridge. We earn enough to afford them all.

I finally get it. I open the ice cream tub and take a spoon. I start walking towards the living room. I hear a faint sob.

I turn around.............

I find a boy sitting beside my fridge. He is sitting with his knees pressed to his chest and arms on the knees and head on those arms. He is not that bulky or muscle type. He is petite.

He's wearing blackish shirt and jet black jeans. His brunette hair spread in all possible directions. He is sobbing. Did he cry?

I quickly glance at the window. It's locked. How did he come inside? I am starting to freak out. I can feel the trembling in my hands. The ice cream tub in my hands is shaking. The goosebumps have taken over on my body.

Author's note

I hope y'all loved this chapter. I enjoyed while writing. It was short but interesting. Keep reading!

In this story, the POV means point of view. I'll be writing story in Zayn's POV too. In fact, I have written in previous chapters.

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-N