Distance / / z.m.

Ninth Phone Call.

(Days gone: forty-seven.)

"do you ever just stop and think about it- how far you've come?"

"all the time, Lennon."

"me too."

"everything is different now, yanno? I can't leave the hotel on my own anymore. it's overwhelming."

"do you ever wish you could just go back?"

"go back?"

"yeah, go back. like, go back to before I had to bribe you by showing you my boob to get you out of bed for your X factor audition."

"that was great, actually. I wouldn't take that back."

"perv."

"but, yeah. I mean, sometimes I think about it. like, what if I hadn't gone that day? i wouldn't be ZAYN MALIK, I would just be zayn malik."

"are you happy?"

"sure."