Dear Zayn (Ziall Horlik) *HIATUS*

11.

*Niall POV*

-2 days later-

"Ink is having another concert in about 3 weeks. You wanna go." Eleanor said tiredly laying across me.

"I don't know actually." I said and I never ever been the one to say that.

I've been to almost all there concerts. The concerts I didn't go to is the ones when I had important events. So that coming from me is weird.

"You." She said poking me in my chest."Don't want to go." She said.

"I didn't say I didn't want to go. I said I don't know." I corrected.

"But that's just not like you. What's wrong?" She asked

"I'm just tired you know. I did work like 12 hours today. " I said.

I must have forgot to tell you about my job. I'm a entrepreneur. I teach people how to play guitar, piano and to sing. I think I'm very successful. Along with a couple of my employees that teach how to play different instruments and sing.

"I know Nialler but you never let that stop you before." She said.

She's right. What's the real reason that I said 'I don't know'. I still actually just think it's this lazy spirit attacking me.

"Ask me tomorrow." I said and she nodded.

"So what do you want to eat?" She asked.

"Nando's?" I asked.

"I can cook." She said.

"I'm aware your chicken tastes amazing , but you know who's taste better? Nando's!" I said.

"Okay fine. I already know your order I'm going, you stay home because you're tired and I barely moved a finger today." She said kissing my forehead and grabbing her jacket.

"Be careful Eleanor. Take my car." I said grabbing my hands and throwing them in her direction.

She actually caught them. I was surprised but then she left and I pulled off my clothes and put on my pajamas. I laid down in bed. I'm so tired I literally just got home. I have callouses on my hands and fingers and my voice is just a little raspy. When Eleanor got back she made me some tea which helped my throat and I soaked my hands one at a time.

"So tell me how was work today?" She asked.

"I actually taught a seven year old the scale, this 5 year old boy wouldn't sit still almost knocking every fucking thing over, and this 16 year old girl that was tone death. Oh but it was this other girl who wouldn't pay attention because she was trying to flirt with me. Overall I love my job." I said smiling towards the end.

"Well my jobs worst. The people I help are hopeless." She said and I believe it.

If you didn't know she teaches people how to dance. She's a good dancer if you ask me.

"You have to count, 5,6,7,8." I teased.

"Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti, do." She teased back.

"Do, ti, la, so, fa, me, re, do." I completed it and she laughed at me and rolled her eyes.

"Get some sleep you're opening up at 8 tomorrow?" She asked.

"Yeah. And you?" I asked.

"10" she said climbing off my bed.

"Night." I said

"Night." She sing closing my door.

"You were flat." I said.