Hallucinations (Zustin)

xi.

"Justin!"

"What?!"

"My phone's ringing!"

"So?"

"Get it for me? Please?"

"Nah."

"Oh come on!"

"Ya deaf? I said no!"

Zayn grumbled and got up from the very cozy and comfortable position he was sitting in. With great difficulty, he reached the dining table and took the call, not bothering to see the caller ID.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Zayn!" 

A smile spread across his lips. "Mum!"

"Yes, it's me." She replied. "Look, Zayn, I'm keeping this short-"

"How are you doing?" Zayn interrupted her, sitting on a chair and swinging his legs.

She sighed. "I'm fine, Zayn. Will you let me speak now?" 

Zayn frowned but asked her to continue.

"I'm coming to visit you in a few days." She said.

Zayn squealed in a very unmanly manner, making his mum smile. "I hope that's okay with you. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier; you know me. I tend to forget such things."

"Okay? Mum, it's more than okay, okay? It's amazing! I can't wait to see you!" He ignored the last bit. 

"Me too, Zayn. The flight's on Monday."

"What time should I pick you up?" He asked, trapping the phone between his shoulder and his ear, so that he could search for a pen. Since he was very bad at remembering such things, he needed to write it down.

"Around 11:30, at night."

"Alright." He found one and walked to the couch, where his unfinished novel sat. He scribbled down the time on the first page, knowing that he liked reading the first page everyday. After noting down the time, he dropped the pencil on the table. The pencil bounced and fell off the table. Zayn grumbled but did not bother to pick it up, being the lazy bum he is. 

There was silence, but it was the comfortable kind. Zayn smiled and laid down. His smile grew bigger once he saw Justin come in, wearing one of Zayn's sweaters. It was quiet big on Zayn, but on Justin it fit perfectly. Except for the sleeves, they were abnormally big, so they hid Justin's hands. Overall, Zayn thought Justin looked adorable.

"Mom?" Justin mouthed. Zayn nodded, stretching out a hand. Justin understood and intertwined their fingers together, sitting next to Zayn. He yawned and put his head on Zayn's chest, shutting his eyes briefly.

Justin hadn't slept much last night. He stayed awake for whatever reason. It wasn't the first time though; he had gone through many of these sleepless nights. Sometimes he went out for walks, sometimes he read books and sometimes he just laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Sometimes he didn't sleep because he was feeling too energetic. 

Last night he didn't sleep because he didn't get any sleep, no matter how hard he tried. Even the softest of sounds woke him up. 

"Zayn?" His mum suddenly asked.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for that day... I was in a bad mood. I didn't mean to cut the call so abruptly." She apologized, but to her luck, Zayn wasn't mad at it anymore. He understood that she was a very busy woman, and she constantly worried about things. 

"It's really okay, mum. I'm not angry. I understand." He said softly. Justin looked at him and tilted his head, not understanding why would he be angry. Zayn whispered, "I'll tell you later."