Love Amongst A War ↦ H.S a.u [FINISHED]

*Chapter Eight- Change

The gif has nothing to really do with this chapter, but Zayn is so gorgeous...

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'Melony's POV'

I'd come home to an empty house, just how I'd woken up to an empty house. Linnea had left a message on my phone saying that Ivan and her were crashing at Niall's place. Usually I wouldn't care, but today I feel off. Off centered mentally, physically, and emotionally.

I pushed off my covers and swung my legs over the side of my bed as I stretched, yawning. Through squinted eyes, I noticed it was a little after seven in the morning. I couldn't sleep much at all last night, the thought of Harry signing his life away seemingly burned into my head. Life just repeats itself, I swear.

I slide out of bed and walk over to my closet. Pulling a black cotton tank top over my head, while attempting to find my black climateheat techfit Adidas tights after tossing my warm pajamas on to the floor. I find a long pair of white and gray tie-dyed socks with two black rings around the top and pull them on before slipping on my dark red Reebok running shoes. On my way over to my desk, I decide to check out my window.

The view of the sun rising over the park near my flat is one of the best things about living here. It looks pretty chilly out, so I walk back to my closet and pull out a pair of black ODLO gloves and a black and gray Adidas climateheat blaze hoodie. I quickly snatch up my phone and white wireless Beat headphones before leaving my room.

As I'm eating my bowl of granola my phone starts buzzing on the table. I quickly chew my food before answering my phone without looking at who was calling.

"Hello?"

"Frank," Zayn's tired morning voice greets me through the phone.

"What's up?" I ask before shoveling the last spoonful of food into my mouth. I'm sure he can hear me chewing, but he doesn't say anything about it.

"I'm surprised your up already. Couldn't sleep, yeah?"

"Not even for three hours straight." I hold the phone between my ear and shoulder as I quickly wash my bowl.

"You going for a jog, then?" It's amazing how much we've gotten to know each other these past two years.

"Yup, wanna come?" I rinse the suds off the red ceramic bowl before setting it on the rack to dry.

"Yeah, sure."

"Cool. Meet me at our usual, I'm leaving now."

"Okay, be there in twenty." The end call sound dings through my phone and I lock it before putting it away in my pocket.

I grab my water bottle and keys before locking up my flat and starting my jog towards the pier. About fifteen minutes after jogging through the early morning city commute, I reach the pier. Other joggers run by as I lean against a light post, waiting for Zayn. I'm humming along to some upbeat song by Bruno Mars when I feel a light tap on my left shoulder. I reach up and remove one of my earbuds as I turn around.

Zayn's dark hair is wild as if he kept running his hands through it and his deep hazel eyes are still squinted with exhaustion. I hold back a laugh as he seems to be almost completely out of breath, his huffs and puffs creating a small cloud in front of his mouth thanks to the brisk weather.

"You okay there, Malik?" I tease, laughing as he just nods his head. "When was the last time you actually ran?"

"Last month." He finally says after his breathing is under control. His hand comes up and wipes the small sheen of sweat from his brow, and I give up on holding back my amusement. I laugh at him and a lazy smile appears on his lips. "Shut up. I don't run all the time like you do."