insane | zayn malik

Insane | Peeping

Insane | Peeping

The chilly October wind blew against my hot body. All I saw in my view was tress, but in the far distance there was the city buildings that was just miles away from the SH. The morning sun was just now starting to rise. Now distracting me of my racing thoughts in my head. I had a nightmare last night and that's why I'm out here on my balcony. Hoping that I could focus on something else rather than a dead Harry. The picture in my head was so gruesome that it made me sick to my stomach.

"He's okay," I breathe out. "He's fine Mori, just chill out."

I couldn't imagine what my life would be like if Harry wouldn't have made it. My world would just collapse. He's the closest thing to family besides the other guys in the gang. The one who took me in from the beginning. I couldn't lose that man. He was a leader, and a great friend to everyone in this group. We all admired him. It may not seem like it, but we really do. Everybody looks up to him and follows his every lead. We couldn't afford losing him.

Just before I was gonna get lost in my train of thoughts I heard a voice talking from down below. Getting up from my comfy balcony chair I look over the rail to see Zayn talking on the phone. He paced back and forth as the conversation went on. Bottom lip between his teeth as he did so. His hands flying around as he spoke to the person on the other line. Zayn must have stayed over yesterday because he had on a different set of clothes on. Maybe he slept in one of our guest bedrooms we have here.

Unfortunately, my curiosity and nosiness got the best of me because I wanted to know what he was talking about. He seemed so engrossed in the conversation that he didn't know that I was still staring at him from up here. Then, I heard that he mentioned Harry's name and that spiked my eagerness to know what he's really talking about. As I saw him walk back in the house I knew that I had to find something out. So I slipped on my silk robe and made my way downstairs, moving silently so I wouldn't make any unnecessary noise.

"If it was Pizo who did this to Harry then I just need to know where he's at," Zayn spoke, his voice soft but harsh.

Who's Pizo?

As I crept down the stairs I started to hear more of Zayn's conversation. He was leaning against the kitchen counter with his back facing me. So now I could hear everything he was saying with me hiding behind a wall.

"Fucking shit, okay fine," he sighed rubbing his forehead. "Just give me the room number and I'll take care of it tomorrow night when he's there...room 105? Okay, thank you Roman."

As he hung up the phone he turned around and I quickly hid myself. With silent feet I made my way upstairs back to my bedroom. And with the information I had I knew that I had to take care of some business tomorrow night before Zayn does.

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