Pursuing Mr. Bieber || zustin au ✔

[26] Mommy

Zayn sat at his kitchen island, papers littering around him, and his laptop sitting in front of him. He was on facetime with Louis and Kendall, who were gathered up at Louis' house. Though right now he couldn't help but feel a little upset with them because of what happened. Even though he blamed himself for listening to them and taking what they said to heart, it's been a while since he last seen his friends, so when they asked if they could facetime, he was glad to accept. He was bored out of his mind. Since that day they haven't brought up Justin, and Zayn didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

The papers that are spread across the island was papers from his art classes. It ranged from different drawings to different type of book assignments. Zayn hardly gave out book assignments, but sometimes he ran out of ideas on what to give the students to do so he'd result in them. It wasn't like they were hard though. They were quite easy, so he didn't see why people could miss the questions. They were simple and basic questions. Well, maybe to Zayn they were, but that was beside the points. The majority of the students gotten the stuff right, so he knew it wasn't just him because some of them didn't have an artistic bone in their body. There was also the students that just didn't do the work (also known as Dimitrius, but over time he started to do his work), so Zayn wouldn't even bother. He'd just mark an X on their paper that only consisted of their name.

His two best friends just sat back, laptop on the table as they watched television. Occasionally they would look over at Zayn, but the man was so engrossed in grading papers. Though they were not talking, they were sitting in a rather comfortable silence, basking in each other presence. It's been a long time since they have done that. Zayn has been busy with work, and Louis and Kendall have been busy with getting their stuff together so they could graduate. When it come to moments like these, they tend to cherish it. But that was going to come to an end soon.

Eventually, Zayn finished grading papers, and he looked to see that it was 4:17 pm. He bit his lip and grabbed his phone, unlocking the device. He went to his message and texted Justin to tell him that he was going to be heading there in a few minutes. A few seconds after he sent that Justin replied with a winky face. Zayn bit his lip, suppressing a smile, and sat the device back down. He straightens up all the papers that were on the island, leaving one neat stack, and got up. He grabbed his laptop and made his way to his bedroom.

Louis noticed that Zayn's laptop was moving. "Where are we going?" Louis grumbled.

"To my bedroom," Zayn responded, pushing the door open. He sat his laptop on his dresser before he began to strip out of his pajamas that he lounged in all day. After he was out of them, leaving him in his boxers (he didn't care if Louis and Kendall saw because he was used to dressing in front of them), he put them in the hamper before going to his bathroom and going to his closet. When he entered his closet, he grabbed a pair of jeans and a Hollister t-shirt. He exited out the closet and went back to his bedroom.

He sat his clothes down on the bed before grabbing the pants, putting them on over his underwear. Once he had them on, he went over and grabbed a belt, putting that on as well. He went back to his white and pink shirt and threw it on. He went to his dresser and grabbed a pair of socks and put that on before getting his nikes and putting those on as well. Now that he is dressed, Zayn went back over to his counter and started to style his wild hair. As he began to do it, he thought about asking Justin about where he could get his hair cut,

Kendall looked at the screen, seeing that Zayn was now appropriately dressed and fixing his hair. She raised an eyebrow. "Why are you getting ready?"

Zayn huffed in annoyance, grabbing an elastic band to put his hair in a ponytail before saying, "I'm going out."

It was Louis turn to look at the screen. "Going out where?"

"I'm going to Justin," he responds as he finishes putting his hair in a ponytail. Once he registers what he said, his eyes widened, and he looked down at the laptop screen at his friends. They were now looking at the screen with negative looks.