ZAYN’S POV:
“Zayn, Zayn. ZAYYYYN!”
“Haz, I’m in here.” I heard the front door slam shut and Harry’s footsteps storming towards me. I looked expectantly at the doorway; and continued as Harry skidded past and continued into the wall with a bang. Usually I would have laughed but things hadn’t been the same since Cole left.
He scrambled up to his feet and continued running towards me. “Cole’s.....Cole’s….”
“Haz, I don’t want to hear it. In case you haven’t noticed I’m trying to forget,” And failing momentously. He looked as if he was going to say something further but thought against it. Instead he held out his right hand; inside his fist was a sleek black Iphone 4.
I think I stopped breathing. I would recognise that phone anywhere; the peach orange case; the tiny crack in the top left hand of the screen; and the lock screen background. I picture of Grace and Cole was blaring at me from the phone. They both had their tongues sticking out and she looked so happy.
“Harry, where did you-” I spluttered almost breathlessly at him.
“I found it when I was ordering subway down the road today. It was tucked underneath a broken window panel.”
I raised my eyebrows at him, “Did YOU brake the window?”
He feigned shock, “Of course I didn’t.”
I looked back down to the phone assessing it. “It has a lock on it, I already checked on my way home.” He straightened the crinkles in his shirt nervously.
“Harry, Where are you?” Louis walked past stopping to look at the mess created by Harry and possibly a hole in the wall.
“Did you try to run with socks on again?”
“Psssh, no.” He looked at the ground guiltily. “Whet’s thet Zen?” Louis mocked my accent pointing at the phone.
“It’s Cole’s, I found it.” Harry had recovered from his slight embarrassment and now was standing proud and tall receiving a ruffle of his curls from Louis.
“So you gonna open it?” he popped the ‘P’ as he spoke.
“Actually, I think I’m going to take it and have a look in my room, if that’s ok with you?”
They both nodded and I headed up to my room as they began wrestling on the lounge over a cookie.
Think Zayn, think. C’mon there must be a clue here somewhere. I thought back to every password that Cole had ever told me about in primary school.
“But isn’t that just so cool?”
“I don’t really get it still.” She sighed and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and wrote it down.
“As Open Seem? That doesn’t make any sense.”
She held up a single finger to silence me and began moving the letters around on the page. When she was finished the word spelled Open Sesame.
“Of Course!” I jolted up from my dream and smashed my head on my desk lamp. I must have fallen asleep trying to decode Cole’s phone when she had already told me the answer. I made a silent prayer that she hadn’t changed the password and began typing.
*Click* her Iphone unlocked and I felt like I had just finished solving a puzzle. I scanned the home screen looking for the contacts item. After scrolling through Skype, Tumblr, Facebook, Plants Vs Zombies and where’s my water; I finally managed to find the contacts icon.
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Voices Numb: Zayn Malik
أدب الهواةCole Mura had been neighbours and best friends with Zayn Malik since they were little. Zayn was always there to comfort and protect Cole, but what happens when he is no longer around to keep her safe? Will an old reunion spark questions or will Cole...
