80. Zustin - Zayn Doesn't Give A Fuck.
"Zee?" Justin knocked on the wood as he dangled out, his shoulder against the wall, the arm jamming against the door, and his head pocking out of the open entrance.
Zayn frowned and covered the speaker just as the voice coming from the other side went mute at the new arrival. Everyone in the vicinity curious as to what was going on, apart from Zayn who was as uninterested as a lazy sloth.
"What?" Zayn asked.
"I am going out. Do you want me to get you inside?" Justin said indicating the higher level from the patio to inside the house. "Or End can help you with the wheelchair if you want."
Zayn scrunched up his nose at the mention of someone else helping him when he had just started accepting Justin's.
"Give me a second," Zayn said and glared at Justin when he went to open his mouth. Justin smiled tilting his head as he motioned his lips shut. Zayn kept looking at Justin as he removed his hand from the speaker. "Have to go now."
"Of course of course. Don't let us wait you up, son." The heavy grandfatherly voice said. The voice was crackled as it was put on the speaker and Zayn could hear other passerby's voices with the couple's. It was a little difficult to understand them over the statics and Zayn was doing his best to not wait them up while he answered there many concerning questions; Ronald's unavoidable-jamming-his-nose-in-other's-business-questions were also there but Zayn was professional at avoiding situations so he always wiggled his way out of that cat's claws.
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