Josilyn POV
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"Last week."
"Last week when?"
"Wednesday night."
There's silence on the other side of the phone.
"Well?"
He sighs.
"Hello?" I speak impatiently. "Zayn just tell me."
"I haven't.. I haven't even seen Louis in almost 4 weeks," he tells me.
I breathe out and grip the edges of counter. I let out a quiet, weak chuckle, "Guess that marks out the next three times I was going to ask about, huh."
Zayn doesn't laugh, "I'm coming down there."
"Zayn—"
"There's no possible good explanation for this, do you realize that?"
"It's not necessary for you to drive two hours just to come and blow up in Louis's face."
"I can't punch someone over the phone."
"He's your friend."
"He's your husband!" He exclaims over the line.
"Yeah and we'll work it out like husbands and wives do, Zayn."
"Working out time was 4 lies ago. I don't understand–"
"Speaking of working out, I have to go," I say looking at the time.
"Go where?"
"Treadmill," I open the fridge and grab a water bottle from the shelf, then I rethink it and grab another. I'll need it.
There's silence for a few seconds before Zayn speaks up in confusion, "Since when do you workout?"
I hesitate, "Since Angel overheard Louis talking over the phone with Liam."
"Saying?"
"He.. umm," I clear my throat, "thinks I'm getting bigger. And that he's scared to tell me because he thinks I'll flip out on him."
He releases a frustrated exhale, "I–"
"Zayn, I have to go. I have to do it before he gets home. Look, I love you but don't come anywhere near here in the next few days. I'll talk about it with him, I promise, okay?"
I don't give him a chance to respond and hang up my phone, setting it on the counter.
I turn around and jump. I clutch my heart, "What the hell did I tell you about eavesdropping?"
"Have to do what? Why can't uncle Zayn come? Talk about what?" Brianna asks.
"Nothing," I walk around her and out of the kitchen, "Go do your homework."
I jog down the basement stairs and head straight for the treadmill. I internally groan when Bri follows me seconds later.
Her eyes flicker from the treadmill, to my hands unraveling my headphones, to me, "Since when do you exercise?" She interrogates.
"Didn't I tell you to go do your homework?" I push the on button and step up onto it. I set my phone timer for less than three hours. I need time to exercise, shower when I'm done, and be back casually on the couch by the time he gets home around six.
I put one headphone in my ear but before I can put the other one in, Brianna asks me a question that stops me, "Is this about what Angel overheard?"
