Arranged

Chapter Thirty-Three

I tried calling Zayn, but he didn't pick up. I just wanted to talk to him since he didn't come over. Since I couldn't get a hold of him, I decided to call Harry. He picked up his phone on the first ring.

"Hey Zara," He said sweetly into the phone.

"Hi Harry. What's up?" I asked, recalling the last time he called me at night.

"The ceiling," He replied. "Well, actually the sky,"

I laughed at that. "So what'd you do today?"

"Nothing. I just wrote a few songs. They're bleh but I was bored," He chuckled.

"Can I hear?" I asked. I thought Zayn was hanging out with the guys. Was he still mad at Harry?

"I told you. They're bleh," He repeated.

"Aw, fine," I pouted, knowing he couldn't see me.

"Maybe another day, after I perfect them," He replied.

"Fine," I groaned. "Um... Harry?" I was hesitating myself from asking if Zayn was with him, but I wanted to know if they were okay.

"Yeah?"

"Was Zayn with you today? Or the other guys?"

"Uh... No. He said he was going to your house," He replied.

"His parents said he was with you guys,"

"That's odd. He left almost 4 hours ago,"

"Is he back?"

"No. Did his parents leave?"

"Yeah, they left half-an-hour ago,"

"Weird," He mumbled. "I'll ask the other guys if they know where he is, but did you call him?"

"Of course I did. He didn't pick up," I sighed.

"I'll try to find out from the other guys. Don't worry. I'm pretty sure he's fine," He said.

"Okay. Um... Thanks, Harry,"

"No problem. You know I'm always here for you,"

I smiled at that. "That's good to know,"

"Well, I'll go find out where he is and get to you, okay?"

"Okay. Bye,"

"Bye,"

Even though he hung up the phone, I let it stay next to my ear. 

When I laid down on my bed and glanced at the ceiling, my phone buzzed. Harry sent me a video message. I opened it and there he was holding a guitar, strumming on the strings softly as he sang:

Won't you stay 'til the A.M.?

All my favorite conversations

Always made in the A.M (yeah yeah)

Feels like this could be forever tonight

Break these clocks, forget about time

There could be a World War 3 goin' on outside

You and me were raised in the same part of town

Got these scars on the same ground

Remember how we used to kick around just wasting time?

Won't you stay 'til the A.M.?

All my favorite conversations

Always made in the A.M

'Cause we don't know what we're saying

We're just swimming round in our glasses

And talking out of our asses

Like we're all gonna make it (yeah, yeah)

Feels like this could be forever right now

Don't wanna sleep cause we're dreaming out loud

Trying to behave but you know that we never learned, how

You and me were raised in the same part of town

Got these scars on the same ground

Remember how we used to kick around just wasting time?

Won't you stay 'til the A.M.?

All my favorite conversations

Always made in the A.M

'Cause we don't know what we're saying

We're just swimming round in our glasses

And talking out of our asses

Like we're all gonna make it (yeah, yeah)

You know I'm always coming back to this place

You know

And I'll say

You know I'm always gonna look for your face

You know

Won't you stay 'til the A.M.?

All my favorite conversations

Always made in the A.M

'Cause we don't know what we're saying

We're just swimming round in our glasses

And talking out of our asses

Like we're all gonna make it (yeah, yeah)

Won't you stay 'til the A.M.?

You know I'm always coming back to this place

Won't you stay 'til the A.M.? (yeah, yeah)

You know

Won't you stay 'til the A.M.?

You know I'm always gonna look for your face

Won't you stay 'til the A.M.? (yeah, yeah)

I didn't even realize I was crying until the tears reached near my lips. I reached out for them and wiped them away, and replayed the video. The song was beautiful.