Missing Pieces - z.m.

six

HOPE'S POV

It's been two whole months since I've met Zayn. Two months. Two months with him. Two months with his laugh, his smile and his jokes. I thank Zayn everyday for saving and for allowing me to stay with him until I find a place for myself, and it always ended with him saying, "Stay as long as your heart desires." He has offered me to live with him and never leave. I didn't answer him though; I only blushed while smiling, looking down at my feet. Typical me. I was never the girl who had a guy friend - nor did I have that many friends, but I did have one. Her name was Tia, and we were friends ever since we were in grade three. She moved to New York in grade eight, and I lost all contact with her. Ever since then, the only friends I had were my brothers and sister, my parents and my relatives. 

It wasn't until two months ago until I've actually had a friend. Zayn. Just hearing his name come out of my mouth gets butterflies in my stomach. Even though I haven't known him for long, I feel like I've known him my whole life. He undertstands me, way better than anyone has. I feel like I could tell him anything and everything, and he'd stay there and listen to what I have to say. You may think that this is so cliché, but it's not. I hope you do undertsand that, because those two months that I've spent with him, I've felt like I was safe from everything, and at one point in time, I did pretend like there was no one but us in the world. He made me feel safe. 

I didn't go out of Zayn's house, no matter how many times he tried to convince me to get some fresh air. Honestly, I liked staying at his home. It was so peaceful and quiet, and I enjoyed that. Zayn was out on his normal routine. He first goes to work, then he goes to the grocery shop to get whatever is needed for the house and comes back. One time, he came back with a new phone in his hand, and I was confused at first, because he had bought a phone only a week ago, but that soon changed after he started coming towards me, handing me the phone. 

*FLASHBACK* HOPE'S POV

I was waiting for Zayn to come back from work. He has taken quite longer to come back today, and I was starting to get worried. Where could he be?

I hear the jingle of keys coming from outside, and the front door opens, Zayn's figure in view with lots of bags in his hand.

"Took you long enough," I say, breaking into conversation first. 

"Why? Did you miss me?" he says cheekily. 

I smile at him. "I was starting to get worried.. It's getting late outside and I dont' want to get a call late at night saying that my friend was in a bad accident."

"Don't worry about me, Hope. I'll be fine. Always. Now, help me with the bags, will you?" he asks me, struggling with the grocery bags. I nod at him, and take a few bags from his hand, leaving him with a couple bags to hold himself. We go into the kitchen, and I watch him as he takes something out from a box. It's a phone. I furrow my brows in confusion, wondering why on Earth he got another phone, when he got one only last week.

"Um, Zayn?" I ask.

"Yeah?" he murmurs.

"Why'd you get another phone?" 

"Oh, this new baby? This is for you," he says, handing me the brand new device. I examine it with wide eyes. I've never had the money to buy such an expensive phone, and here Zayn was spending his money on me.

"W-what?" I stammer. 

"You heard me," he says while smiling.

"But, Zayn, I can't accept this. You took me into your home and you're letting me stay, that's more than enough. You don't have to go buying stuff for me," I whisper to him. 

"I want to buy stuff for you," he begins, "Plus, you never go out of the house, so I figured that when I'm not here, you'd get to play games on the phone rather than just sitting down watching T.V." 

I grin at him, surprised by his words. He said he wants to. Oh. My. God. "Thank you so much," I say while giving him a hug. 

"It's no biggie, really. I like buying stuff for you," a wide grin painted on his beautiful face.

*END OF FLASHBACK

It's 10:50 PM now. Zayn usually gets back at 8:30 PM, and if he has a late shift, or takes too much time buying things, then he comes back at 9:10 PM. He told me himself that I shouldn't worry, and that he'll be fine always, but I can't help not worrying. I care about him, and if anything were to happen to him, I don't know what I'd do. He's the only rock that I have right now. He's the one who helped me build the wall that was once destroyed, and if something does happen to him, that wall would collapse in a matter of seconds. 

I pace back and forth the living room, waiting for Zayn to show up. I check the time once again, the clock reading 11:30 PM. Where in the world could he be? He doesn't usually stay late at night, and he knows I'm all alone in the house, so why isn't he here? Did something bad happen to him?

Negative thoughts start roaming around in my head, and fear builds up inside of me. Please, let him be safe. 

I open the T.V., switching to a channel that had a movie playing. Might as well kill time watching a movie than pacing back and forth like a maniac, I think to myself. Half-way throught the movie, I drift off to sleep, only to be disturbed by a knock on the door. I rub my eyes, then strecth my arms before getting up. I check the time once again, before opening the door. 1:30 AM. What the hell? Who could it be at this time of the night? Zayn?

The knocking on the door increases as I take my time, and I get anxious. I would be lying to you if I said I wasn't scared right now, because after a minute, I'll be peeing my pants. I'm all alone in the house, I have no idea where Zayn is, and someone is knocking on the door in the middle of the night. It could be a murderer for all I know, and I'm going to die. Zayn, where the hell are you? You're supposed to be here. You're the guy here.

I grab the nearest thing to me, which is a vase, before going near the door. My heart is pounding violently in my chest, and I swear the person on the other side of the door could hear it go 'thump'. I slowly open the door, not showing my face as I do so, as I am trying my best to stay hidden behind it. The person steps in, and I feel my heart start to beat normally again when the voice speaks. 

"Hope?" 

"Zayn," I say, closing the door, and running up to him soon after. 

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THAT WAS CHAPTER SIX. I WROTE PART OF IT YESTERDAY AND FINISHED IT TODAY, AND I WANTED TO POST IT BECAUSE I COULDN'T RESIST. 

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT AND HAVE A NICE DAY! <3 

BY THE WAY, CHAPTER SEVEN WILL BE UP FRIDAY/SATURDAY. I CANNOT UPDATE TOMORROW SINCE I HAVE VOLUNTEER WORK, WEDNESDAY I HAVE A FIELD TRIP, THURSDAY I HAVE VOLUNTEER WORK AND A TEST TO STUDY FOR WHICH WILL BE ON FRIDAY. :)

-trulygolden