(Days gone: seven.)
"Holy shit, Lenny."
"what is it? what's wrong?"
"so I'm listening to the radio, yeah? just like the regular top hits. we're number one. our fucking song is number one."
"shut up. holy fuck, Zayn."
"I'm shaking. go turn on the radio now! hurry!"
"You made it Z,"
"I made it, Lenny."
YOU ARE READING
Distance / / z.m.
FanfictionLate night Phone calls between a boy living the dream and the girl he left back home.
