no hearts bound - z.m.

hour three

9:27 PM

Zayn tapped a pen across the wooden desk, making a beat and humming a song. He was bored out of his mind, and he already ate the yogurt in the fridge to Honey's protest.

The tapping was grating on Honey's last nerve, and she wished she wasn't still tied to the radiator so she could kick the ballpoint pen out of his slender fingers. She placed a bright, fake smile on her face and called his attention. "Hey, Zayn?"

He glanced at her, the tapping motion ceasing for a second before he looked back down and continued tapping. "What?"

"Can you not tap that pen please? It's getting annoying," she said, still holding the bright smile to the point where it was actually hurting her cheeks. She probably looked like a freak.

Zayn answered her question by proceeding to tap louder. He knew it was getting on her nerves, and she was unable to move. "Make me."

"How old are you, six?" She said with a scoff, rolling her eyes.

He only shrugged. "Honestly, Honey. I don't give a fuck about if you're annoyed after you just stole from me."

Groaning, she picked up a pack of Altoids and flung them in his direction. "Oh my god, that was like two hours ago! Get over it, it already happened!"

Now he scoffed and rolled his eyes. Zayn wanted to untie her since there was no way she could actually escape. The window in the room was too high off the floor to even reach, but he didn't care. He wanted her as far away from him as possible.

As if she read his mind, she pulled at her wrist on the radiator and huffed. "Why am I even still tied up? There's nowhere for me to even go even if you cut me loose."

All of a sudden, the lights went off and a red light switched on, casting a warm, crimson glow across the room.

Zayn sighed, before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, it must be nine thirty already."

"What happens at nine thirty?" Honey asked, an eyebrow raised. As she asked the question, she couldn't help but take in how he looked in the dark light. Somehow, his eyes that she thought were light brown sparkled as if they were gold.

He didn't realize she was gaping at him as his eyes bounced around the room nervously. "All the lights automatically shut off in the entire store, except this one."

Walking over to her slouched form against the wall, he took a scissor and cut at her restraints which made her jump up immediately and rub at her wrists. "About fucking time, my ass was going numb from sitting like that."

Zayn rolled his eyes before walking over to the desk and digging around the top drawer. "Fuck it, might as well make the best of being locked in here."

When his hand left the drawer, the smell of weed instantly flew into her nostrils and she smirked as he dug in his pocket to retrieve a pack of Raws. "Wow, and here I thought you were boring."

"I didn't untie you to run your mouth. If we're gonna be trapped in here, the least you can do is show me that pretty girls actually do know how to roll a spliff."

"Ugh, you're a dickhead."