Distance / / z.m.

Zayn.

He could hear his heart beating in his ears and his hands were so fucking sweaty. No matter how many times he trie to wipe the sweat away on his jeans, the claminess always returned. He wasn't just freaking out, he was borderline having a panic attack just at the thought of seeing her.

He knew that lying to her was wrong. He had actually just landed when he called her, but wanted to surprise her. That would be cool, right? She wouldn't be mad that he lied to her, even if it was to surprise her?

He took a deep breath before stepping out of the cab, slinging the duffel bag over his shoulder. He had missed home so much. He missed the sights and the distinct smell and he never thought it was possible to miss rain as much as he did.

The sound of his mother's music could be heard through the always open window, as much as he wanted to - needed to go home- he had to see her first. He crept up the sidewalk to her house, careful as to not be noticed. He could see her pacing around in the living room, she kept tugging on her fingers and biting her lip and Zayn felt at ease knowing she was just as nervous as he was. 

He didn't even bother knocking, instead stepping into the coat room and silently closing the door behind him. The familiar smell of cinnamon was all too welcoming and maybe he was delusional, but he could swear he smelled her perfume. The one he liked so much that smelled exactly like vanilla.

He stopped in the doorway of the living room, leaning against the wall just watcing her. She didn't notice he was there until he lost his balance and nearly fell onto the floor. Really fucking smooth, you ass.

She was smiling so big, her dimples showing and her eyes sparkling. He hadn't even realized how much he missed her smile until that moment. That's when you know you're in too deep, if you start missing something as simple as someone's smile you've got it bad.

"Hi," she cheesed, coming to a halt on the other side of the room.

"Hi," he said back, his voice cracking. Jesus fucking christ, what am I? Thirteen?

She ran to him then. Zayn barely had time to brace himself before she was wrapping her arms around his torso and squeezing him tighter than she ever had before. he wrapped his arms around her as well, and for the first time in months his thoughts weren't eating him alive and he just knew that from this point on, everything was going to be okay.