insane | zayn malik

Insane | Bazzi

Insane | Bazzi

So technically I was on house arrest until Harry told me otherwise. It has been a whole week and I feel like I'm going to go mad. The gang was treating me kinda weirdly and Harry wouldn't even talk to me. The only person who hasn't been treating me differently was Bazzi. He was like a little brother. This guy understood me inside and out. Of course I was close with Harry but he is my boss. To be honest, I was closer to him than any of the other guys in the gang. That's how it was.

"Hey B," I greet warmly. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah wassup?" He looked up from his phone and gave me his undivided attention.

"Do you wanna go get some lunch with me?" I ask him.

He chuckled, locking his phone, "Aren't you still on house arrest?"

I knew he was gonna say some shit like that. As a reaction, I rolled my eyes, "Harry says I can't go out by myself. I need someone with me. So will you come with?"

"Fine, if it means that we're getting food," Bazzi got up from the couch and shrugged. "I'm in, I guess."

"This is why you're my favorite," I smile punching his arm lightly.

"Yeah, I've been told," Bazzi smiles back. This guy knew how much I loved him.

"Now let's go," I chirp happily taking his hand and heading towards the front door so I could leave this damn house.

"Where are you two heading?" Harry rolled in from the hallway, stopping his wheelchair in front of us.

"Umm..Bazzi and I are going to the city to go eat," I say nervously, hoping that he would let me go.

Harry looked over from me to Bazzi, "Watch her please. I don't want her doing anything dangerous without any supervision."

Wow..the shade.

"I got it boss," Bazzi nodded respectfully.

Harry rolled out of the hall, not even saying a word to me at all. I knew that he was still kinda mad at me for what I did last week. And apart of me wishes that he would let it go.

"Come on, let's finally roll out," Bazzi said bringing me along and out of my racing thoughts.

It was nice finally getting out of the SH. The sight of the beautiful city actually made me quite happy.

Even though there were grey clouds in the sky I felt at ease. The fall weather was something beautiful, and it will forever be my favorite season. At times, I loved it when the clouds covered the whole entire sky. Then at other times I loved when the sun was out with the chilly wind blowing against my face. From down to the pleasingly-looking colored leaves on the ground and the smell of hot cocoa in the air, I almost felt like nothing was wrong with my life. If everything was normal and I didn't lose a single thing.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Bazzi asked me after a while of entering the cafe. We faced in front of each other. And the look he was giving me indicated that he really wanted to know.

I sigh deeply, feeling the headache of explaining everything coming back to me, "You really want me to?"

"Yeah, you can trust me Mori. I won't say anything to the other guys. Please? I just want to know what went down," Bazzi spoke.

"Well I overheard Zayn talking about this guy named Pizo..and that's what made me do it, okay?" I briefly explain.

"Oh..Pizo?" Bazzi brought up, almost like he knew about the man.

"Yeah, you know anything about him?" I ask, wondering if he knew anything because god I was desperate.

"Just that Harry and him have some problems between each other, that's all honestly," Bazzi told me with a shrug, as if that was what he knew. And honestly, that's all I have on that bastard.

"Well, I just figured that Pizo was the one that wanted to kill Harry because that's what Zayn said over the phone. He said Pizo's location out loud and I just figured that I would take care of it before he did," I say.

"Why wouldn't you let Zayn do it?" Bazzi asked me.

"Because," I sigh.

"Because what?" He pressed.

"That fucker almost killed Harry," I emphasize, feeling myself getting hype. "Why wouldn't I do anything if somebody was out to kill him?"

"I understand," Bazzi softly murmured.

"Do you really?" I ask with my eyes connecting with him.

"Yeah, I do," Bazzi nodded. "We all would have pulled a you if it came to Harry—for anybody really."

"You also have to remember that he saved my life..so why wouldn't I try to protect his?" I whisper to myself more than his.

"You're totally right," Bazzi says agreeing with me.

I tilt my head to the side a little bit, "You really think so?"

"Yeah, I get where you're coming from Mori," Bazzi told me with a look of assurance.

I exhaled, feeling so relieved that at least somebody actually gets me. And that's why I rock with Bazzi.

"Hey look, it's Z," Bazzi nodded.

I looked over my shoulder, seeing the overly attractive man walk over to a table that was accompanied by a lady that was sitting by herself. From what I can tell, obviously they had something important to talk about.

"I wonder who's that girl, she's kinda hot," Bazzi hummed, sipping his drink while checking the lady out.

"Eh," I shrug looking back at Bazzi who was still staring, I snapped my fingers. "Hey, stop looking."

Bazzi blinked and looked back at me, soon smirking, "You jealous Mori?"

"Me?" I raise my brows up. "You must have me mistaken B. I don't get jealous."

"Sure," Bazzi hummed. "You know you wanna hop on that Malik train. But most importantly, get that Z-dick."

"Shut the hell up Bazzi," I groan shaking my head. "Don't ever say that again."

"Don't even try to deny it," Bazzi chuckled. "You know that you want some of that."

"On god I don't," I deadpan with squinted eyes.

"Well," Bazzi pinched his lips together while he pointed a finger at me. "Guess who's going to hell?"

"I'll save a seat for you," I cheese at him.

Bazzi shook his head, "Oh hell nah, I'm good."

I turned around again to see Zayn and the woman talking. Oddly, he hasn't sensed us staring at him because I was definitely looking him. The girl then took a glance at me which made me turn my head around so she wouldn't notice. She looked a bit intimidating and when I looked into her blue eyes I felt a little small. Honestly, she was actually really pretty.

"Still not jealous?" Bazzi pressed on, a smug look on his face.

I rolled my eyes, ready to crush the plastic cup in my hand, "Come on, let's go."

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