taste my sad // ziall ✔️

04.

"jesus niall..." zayn muttered into his phone.

he paced around his room, knocking a few things over on his desk.

he huffed loudly and threw his phone across the room, making it land on his bed.

"why won't he answer me!?" he practically screamed.

zayn fell on to his bed and started to breath in and out slowly and calmly.

about ten minutes past until his phone started buzzing with niall's name showing up.

zayn quickly grabbed it and answered.

"niall!"

"hi zayn"

"why weren't you answering."

"i-i don't know.. i was busy."

"okay. doing what?"

".....cleaning. yeah i was cleaning."

"can i come over?"

"if you want too. i don't mind"

"okay, see you soon."

zayn put the phone down on his night stand and stood up to find his shoes.

he stood in the middle of his room for awhile, smiling at the thought of hearing niall's voice after a few days.

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what even is this chapter is crappy I apologize okay ily all x