We're on Fire [Ziam]

The Anti-social's Social Day.

(unedited bc too tired and sick)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:

After Niall had departed, Zayn was just lazing on his couch, phone held in front of his face, trying hard not to miss his best friend who had made Zayn's house his own in the two weeks he stayed here.

Sure, Niall was just a two hour drive and a phone call away, but it wouldn't be the same. Zayn had over-thought this same thing when he'd been moving away, and now Niall leaving after spending the days like old times made him realise it again.

Ever since they were awkward and horny freshmen, Zayn and Niall had stuck together, staying over at each other's house, knowing the other better than they knew themselves, knpwing when the other was sad and needed to talk, and all that best friend shit.

And even if they were adults now, they of course still had that bond. And for best friends no matter how old they are, it's hard living so far away. But eh, when is life ever fair?

If Zayn would have stayed back in London, then he would have thrown away the perfect oppurtunity of claiming a secluded, peaceful house (with hot neighbors and even hotter firemen) that was practically thrusted to him, and would still have to endure the constant pestering of his little sisters, the constant mother-like over-protectiveness of his mother, not to mention being cramped with four hormonal women in a three room house.

Zayn loved them, but living there had become- to put it simply- pure torture.

Zayn's phone dinged with a text, and he exited Temple Run to check who would even text him.

He laughed heartily as he read Niall's text, informing Zayn that he'd reached home safely and got pulled over only twice for speeding (a record for Niall), and was now driving to work to get an earful from his boss. With another chuckle, Zayn wished Niall luck and that he missed him already, to which the blonde replied sarcastically, and Zayn did the same and then he was bored again, fiddling with his phone in his hands, not knowing what to do.

Wow, he really was unproductive. It was just past 5 PM, and Liam was still at work, training, so Zayn didn't want to disturb him again with a text. Zayn was still swooning at the mental image of a shirtless Liam with glistening abs, and he might or might not have took care of his little problem brought on by that, a few hours ago.

But now Zayn couldn't sit around and daydream about Liam all day. Why? Because he actually had a job now. A job fit for teenagers, but it was better than nothing.

And Zayn had to start work first thing tomorrow, and he wasn't sure if he was mentally ready for handling being in public for so long. He prayed his awkwardness won't fail him, and he won't blurt out idiotic things to the customers and get himself fired, or worse, end up getting ràped by those gropey perverts his boss had warned him about.

Zayn suppressed a shiver, deciding to finally extract himself off his maroon couch. Pushing himself up and stretching, Zayn yawned loudly, running idle fingers through his messy hair as he pulled his grey sweatshirt down.

Rubbing his Spiderman boxers covered bum, Zayn located a ready-to-eat frozen paratha he'd managed to luckily find at the supermarket, and popped it into the microwave after pulling it out of his tiny fridge.

Rubbing his cold hands together, Zayn leaned his hip against the counter, absent mindedly watching the green digits tick by as his fingers drummed on the countertop.

The raven haired bloke's phone chirped with a text yet again, and Zayn quickly raced to retrieve it from the couch in hope that it would be Liam, but it was Perrie's text instead. The bubbly blonde wanted to wish Zayn good luck for his first day tomorrow, and also wanted to let him in on some exciting news.