got lightning in a bottle || n.h au

thirty six

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x Zahraa x

Now this is what a summer break is about.

Socialising for who? For what?

Nah fam.

I mean this entire day has been the  perfect lazy day. Actually just perfect, period. Even if it wasn't a lazy day, it'd still be in my top two ways to spend my days.

I woke up at around a few minutes to twelve a.m... okay fine I woke up in the afternoon. I just wanted to seem like a functional human being by at least making it seem like I woke up in the morning but y'all- the people in my head- know me well enough by now so I'll cut tlhe crap.

Anybuns, I woke up, evidently, and then I just lay in bed scrolling through my messages and checking my social media accounts and commenting on stuffs and that kind of jazz, before the anarchy going on in my tum got the better of me and caused me to go make myself some food.

I need a robot servant because I cannot be bothered having to leave the sanctuary of my room just because my tum doesn't know how to behave.

I mean kitchen, homie, you know I'm got mad love for you, but it's the actually getting to ya that gets me.

I'm sorry. It's the life of a chronically lazy being.

Anyway, I made pancakes, some bloody amazing ones at that with bananas, ice cream and a bit of syrup. And then I ate such with a cup of tea with herbs and spices -that I was taught how to make by my momma- while watching the Graham Norton Show.

Ya jealous yet?

Heh.

I then took a shower because regardless of how lazy one feels, hygiene is essential. Never forget.

When I was done I decked myself out in my cool as fudge cupcake onesie, grabbed a book I've been meaning to finish and headed to the living room.

With my great piece of literature in my hand (I dare you to speak ill of John Green. Try me), my peach ice tea on my right just sitting there like a good wingman, wingwoman? Wingdrink? Yeah that, and my a comfy spot. We'll lets just say this day was already shaping out to be a perfect day.

The only thing that'd make this better would be Niall being here. Even if we're not speaking, just having him in my vicinity is more than enough for me.

Too bad he's out getting a suit for his cousin's wedding.

Hehe, Niall in suit. What an actual feast.

What? I didn't say anything. You can't prove shit. It wouldn't-

"Zahraa?"

My internal monologue/deniall was cut short by-oh.

Joy.

There goes my state of being content.

With that I promptly put turned my attention back to my book, actively blocking out the person who the voice had emanated from.