Zayn feverishly wipes the floor stained with orange juice. He is finally done, and Davis is still not home. He feels like he can start inhaling and exhaling more freely.
His mind wanders over to Claire. He hopes she gets those jobs. They all need it. It's not like Davis doesn't work. He does. But more than half of his salary goes to drugs, drinks and prostitutes.
Suddenly, phone rings, and he jerks up, suddenly remembering Harry had promised to call him.
Zayn literally jumps at the phone, picking up the call.
"Hello?" he breaths out.
"Hey, Zayn. I hope it is not a bad time." Harry's voice flows in, sweet and pure.
"No, it's not. It's actually the perfect time." Zayn grins, carelessly tossing the dirty rug in one of the cabinets.
"It's good, then." Harry chuckles, but then becomes serious "So, earlier, when you called me. You seemed upset. Mind telling me why?"
Zayn doesn't reply. He likes talking to Harry and making him laugh, and he also likes when Harry tries to cheer him up. But he can't tell him. It's not that Zayn doesn't trust him. Despite never having met, somewhere deep in his heart he knows that Harry is a nice and trustworthy person. But... He can't tell him. He just can't.
"Hey, it's okay if you don't want to tell me. I completely understand."
And when Zayn tries to find any bitterness or hurt in his voice, he finds none. He only finds understanding. Like, he really gets what Zayn is going through.
"But, just tell me this, are you okay now?"
"Now that you have called, yeah." the words slip from his mouth before he could even register them. But he doesn't realise the truth of those words until now.
"Zayn..."
"Have I freaked you out? I am so sorry if I have —" he moves his hand to rub his face, when it hits the milk packet sitting on the counter "You have got to be kidding me?!"
"Zayn, what? Are you okay?"
"Yes, I am. It's just that I —" and that's when the doorknob turns.
His heart completely freezes as Davis appears, drunk out of his mind. But his brown eyes flash dangerously, when he sees the mess on the floor, and him standing there like a deer caught in headlights.
"I-I... I will call you later." he says, his voice wavering terribly. Before Harry could say anything, he hangs up.
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Fiksi Penggemarzarry // discontinued Two broken teens. Two depressed lives. One wrong number that changed everything. [ WARNING : Story contains triggering themes like abuse, sexual harassment etc. ] [ STATUS : part 1, completed; part 2, discontinued ]
