S.A.D || zarry au

twelve

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        I sat on my bed with the novel I was holding exceptionally close to my face. My whole focus was engrossed in the climax that was starting to rise. I bit my lip as my eyes quickly went over line after line. That's when my phone buzzed. My head shot to the nightstand beside my bed. I creased my eyebrows and leaned over to pick it up. When I saw who it was from my heart got caught in my throat.

        From: Zayn :)

        Hey! ;)

        Such a simple word but it got my insides tingling. A winky face. A freakin' winky face!

        I argued with myself whether I should text back. I ended up doing exactly that.

        Hey, how'd you get my number?

        Simple, but it works. Doesn't sound like I'm being stupid or anything. But, did I text back too early? Shit.

        My phone buzzed a few seconds later.

        From: Zayn :)

        I asked Liam for it. Not too stalkerish, right? haha

        I was completely confused on how to respond to that.

        No haha

        Wow, I just ended that conversation. I don't want it to end! I quickly added:

        So, what are you up to?

        Great, now I'm needy.

        Much to my surprise, my phone buzzed less than a minute after.

        Zayn: Good to know. Nothing really, working on an art project. I'm a bit stuck.

        Me: You take Mrs. Malenda's class? I didn't know. What is she having you do?

        Zayn: We have to take a historical figure's picture(s) and combine it with whatever color combination we were assigned. I got stuck with pink and yellow! Pink and yellow! And I have to make King George III's picture mix with that! It's ridiculous!

        Me: Maybe you could use both colors at once and make an orange then let that dry and use the yellow over the top of it.

        Zayn: you're brilliant! Thank you so much, Harry Styles, I've got to get onto that now.

        Me: Okay, bye.

        Zayn: Bye ;)

        I stared at my phones for a few seconds with the biggest shit-eating grin on my face. God, what is Zayn Malik doing to me?

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        "How's your sister?" I asked Liam clicking on a different link on my laptop.

        "She's doing okay. She asked when she was gonna see you again," he smiled glancing up from his phone for a moment.

        We were situated in my room. He'd come over a few hours ago. I was working on my history project and he was absently minded scrolling through his phone.

        "I'd love to see her sometime."

        "Can't be this week. She has to go get another PET scan, hopefully the cancer is still gone, for now anyway."