*Harry POV *
I'm not quite sure if Zayn is doing this on purpose but he didn't call me yet. I would've called if he had given me his number. I could have asked for it tho. But I didn't since I was guessing that Zayn would call me in like a couple days. But it's been two fucking weeks since I last saw him . I'm really starting to think that he doesn't even care whether he gets to know me or nah. But why do I even care that much ?
Uh, well maybe I should just forget about that boy. Just waisting time while he probably don't even think about me once a week. I'm on my way to work with my car. Listening to some good old Elvis song "Can't help falling in love". I've been a little lazy in the last time. I really could walk to work . It'd take me like 10 minutes. I chuckle whatevs. I stop the car in a parking lot next to the library . That's were I work at... at the moment. Because my parents want me to at least work a little since they're paying my rent and everything. Which honestly is super kind of them . I look at my watch 2Pm . Shit I should already be there. I get out of the car and make my way to the library. My boss is not there so it's me who has to open up.
I enter the code opening the door . It's a pretty long one . Lucky me no one was waiting outside. Arriving after the customer would've been a little embarrassing . I turn the lights on. Oh well I might just sit down somewhere here and continue re-reading 'the fault in our stars'.
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Homeless { Zarry }
FanfictionZayn moves to a nice part of London after spending a lot of time on the street. Most people in his apartment building are not of his age except of one curly green eyed boy....
