MIRANDA (complete ✔️)

12.

June 2020.

Zayn felt his head about to explode.

He had a massive hungover.

He sat up on his bed and looked at his house that begged to be cleaned up.
He had 5 missed calls from his father.
He had not gone to work for two weeks.
He could imagine his father angry.
He had decided to give himself a vacation after months of slaving to his work.

He deserved it, he had worked so hard.
He tossed his phone on his bed and took a steaming bath.
He got to work an hour later.
His staff was thrilled to see him.

He knew he was a different kind of boss. He had tried so hard to be a different boss.

But he knew they liked  him because he was a young and rich fellow. But that did not baffle him.

He found his father seated on his chair.
He could feel the fear he always felt when he knew his father was angry.

"when will you grow up?"
He asked.
"you just can't leave because you feel you need a break."

He apologized.
"next time I won't be so forgiving."
He said and left.

He was still scared of his father just as before.
He then went back to work, ordering this and that and having meetings.
He hated such work but he could not stop he had not the courage to.

"sir, this is the list of books to review this week."
Said his secretary. She was a young beautiful girl that had tried so many times to be his girlfriend.

"why are you giving me this?"
He asked.
"you said you finished last week's books, so this is what I thought you would like this week."
She said.
"Alright."
She left.

His book had not done so well and he wanted to read as many books as possible so that he could get better.

When he was done with work he perused through the books that had remained untouched till then.

He then got to a pink covered book.
Written in big letters was the name he still found hard to forget.

"ALL THINGS FALLEN.
BY MIRANDA WANGA."

He perused the book.
It had been months since he had seen her since she had left him that day.

The book had done well, he could tell.
So many people had given reviews on it.
He put it aside and picked the next.

He would not linger on it.
It was too hard for him.

*

He took his beer silently as he listened  to his friends chatter on.
"guys I have an announcement to make."
Said a friend.

"I'm getting married."

There was an uproar of laughter as some congratulated him and others teased him.

"congratulations."
He said.

He slammed on his bed feeling like the room was spinning .
He felt burdened by his recent lifestyle.
He could not believe that this was all that had become of him.

I mean he was Zayn, cool Zayn, dashing Zayn.

And yet there he was lying in a dirty room, drunk and doing a job he never really enjoyed.

He  drifted into sleep,

"I love you. I love you."

He could hear those words over and over again.

He was suddenly twelve and running around the compound with Jasmine.

Miranda was watching them as usual, smiling and reading her books.

"come play. All work and no play makes us unhappy friends."
Jasmine pulled her friend and they ran around playing and laughing.

Then he was at home, putting on his best shorts and leaving before anyone could see him.

He walked to a beautiful young girl who smiled widely as he approached her.

Then he was in a quiet room, his tongue deep in Mirandas mouth and her hearty laugh after.

Then he was  in his room all dressed and he could hear her voice through the phone.

"I love you. I love you."

He saw her far away in a dark room, he called her, but she said nothing.
She only smiled.

"I love you."

He woke up as he heard the alarm ringing feeling his head almost about to explode.

He had had another dream about her.
He had had that dream so many times before.

He heard his phone vibrate.

"don't be late. The event starts at nine pm."

"Okay."
He turned and went back to sleep.