Tainted Love [ Zarry ]

𝚁𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗

Third Person PoV:

Zayn was walking in the hallway of the radio building from one side to the other, his minds with thousands of thoughts...

Should I call my mom?

Maybe I shouldn't?

But then there's this feeling in my guts telling me to call...oh Fuck this

He took his phone out of his pocket and searched through the contacts his mother name, once he found it he clicked on it and waited.

"Sunshine? Hello!"

"Hi mommy"

"Everything alright dear? I thought you were in an interview"

"Yeah I am, I mean I was, just got out"

"Oh so you're coming already?"

"yeah mum I'll be there in a moment but I didn't call because of that"

"Oh...then what's going on Zayn?"

"I just- you know what mom forget it"

"Son, talk to me! What's bothering you?" he didn't know why but the pain in his heart was getting vaster he felt like crying, which is odd for Zayn he just simply don't cry in the middle of the hallway where many people can pass by, he normally cries alone, drowning in his reflections.

"I- I was in this interview and I-" he breathed "Jessica was there too, mom"

" Oh but that's great darling" he frowned in his confusion at his mother's words "How long haven't you've seen her?"

"Long time"

"Maybe time enough?" Zayn always idolized his mother and father they were humans of wise words, maybe because they learn with time and experience and they always gave the best advice to their children perhaps not wanting them to fall in the same mistakes they once did.

"What will I say to her?" he wanted so much to have his best friend again, he wanted someone to share what he was feeling. of course he had his friends but she...she was an old friend she knew him better than he knew himself.

"Oh Zayn, start with a Hi!"

"But Mom-"

"NO MOM ZAYN!" she screamed through the line making Zayn flinch "She's not some foreign, she was your best friend in times people don't change drastically"

"But-"

"Talk to her and please do a better job that you did in the interview that was a mess son"

"You heard the interview?" he said in disbelief"

"Talk to her" and just like that the line went dead, he sat in the sofa that was there he looked at the white wall, just looking... not thinking for once in his life since 5 years he was just looking.

He checked his phone, he had a couple of messages from his manager, his chauffeur and from his so-called girlfriend.

"Zayn, I've been looking for you" Ian said, Ian was one of his bodyguards, he went with him to the radio for the interview and honestly, thank God he did, because if he didn't Zayn might be killed for crazy teenagers when they got inside the building.

"Sorry man, just had to talk to mi Mom"

"Ah alright!should we go now?"

"Nah, I'm gonna stick here for a while. Wanna talk with someone you can go to the car though"

Ian nodded "No I'll stay here in the building but I'm going to that nice coffee downstairs there"

"To drink a coffee or just talk with that bird?" Zayn smirked,