Breathe {Zayn Malik}

Chapter 3: Planning secret Dates

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♥Niall's POV♥

"Hello Mr.Horan," My Flat's lobby man, Francis,  greeted Me as I walked through the clear doors into the warm building.

"Hey Francis," I replied. I had insisted almost twenty times for him to call me Niall, but he apparently didn't want to.

"You have visitors waiting," He said, making me stop walking. Visitors?

"May I ask who?" I asked.

He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to recall who they where.  "I cannot seem to remember the name, but they're waiting in your flat."

"Okay?" I said confused, and continued my journey up the stair and to my flat. Our buildings lift was broken.

I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket, and I pulled it out. Simon was calling.

"Hello?" I answered, and paused my journey on the second flight of stairs.

"Hello, Niall." He responded in his normal business tone.

"So, you've been needing to talk to me?" I asked, and began walking again.

"Um, Yes. Yes I have. Would this be a good time?"

"Sure, Go ahead."

" Well, many songs  on your new album will be written with Ed Sheeran, and other famous inhabitants of the London area. I know you are already living there, but to save traveling money and hassle, the other boys will be required to live there, as well. So, when you reach you're flat as I see that you haven't, the other boys will be there. They will stay with you until I get further living arrangements in order." He explained, not giving me a time to say anything.

"All right, Bu-" I tried to ask a question.

"No buts, Niall. This is what's happening, is that clear?" He interrupted.

"Crystal," I simply responded, and stopped walking as I reached my door.

"Great, Goodbye." He said, and I hung up the phone without saying anything. I wasn't mad, only a bit surprised. It was a lot to take in at once. Actually, my whole career had been a lot.

I put my ear up to the door in attempt to hear what ruckus was occurring inside. All that I heard was the cheers of a crowd, and grunts. I sighed, knowing anything could be happening, especially with these boys.

I opened the door, seeing that it was unlocked.

Louis and Harry sat on the couch playing FIFA on the Xbox, so that explained the cheering and grunts. Liam was silently jumping rope, I guess so he could get in shape, and Zayn was no where in sight. Typical.

"Whats happening boys?" I cheerfully greeted them, walking through the door and throwing my car keys in the bowl where I usually put them.

Harry and Louis didn't look from the game, just mumbled hellos. Liam kept jumping, only taking a second to nod his head at me.

"Where's Zayn?" I asked, still noticing the situation lacked a certain spiky haired boy.

No one answered, so I concluded that no one cared. But I did, he was  bloody friend. I was not going to let him go off on his own to mope.