Distance / / z.m.

First Phone Call.

(Days gone: three)

"It's crazy, really. Just yesterday I was back at home with you and mum and now look at me. I'm about to play for an actual crowd. Actual people bought tickets to see my band."

"Thousands of people bought tickets to see your band actually, Z."

"Lennon-just ah, fuck I'm panicking. What if I forget the words? What if I fall?" What if they-"

"Zayn Malik. You're going to go out on that stage and you are going to kick ass, okay? You're going to zone out everyone around you and just focus on the words. They're going to love you as much as we do back home."

"I love you so much. They're calling us to go get ready now. I love you- shit I said that already- and I'll call you as soon as we're done."

"Break a leg."

"Ugh, Lenny. You're gonna jinx it."

"I'm sorry, good luck Z. Love you."

A/n

okay so I've been v v excited to post this. I've literally had it written for MONTHS. I'm so so proud of it

As you probably saw, this is a song fic, which means I based this whole story off a song. (Obviously)

The song is called Marvin's room and it's hey drake, you should go check it out. ( the story will make a lot of sense) but I'll also be adding some ideas that aren't from the song.

As you could probably already tell, the story is told through phone calls between Zayn and his best friend back home, Lennon.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. :)

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