Sighing, he began to reply,"Well I-"
His phone started ringing.
Apologetically, and evidently relieved, Zayn took his phone and took a few steps down the hall for privacy.
Looking around, I saw a broom, dust pan, mop and water bucket. It seemed like he was about to get down and dirty in some house work.
"...Yeah, yeah I understand- What no I'm not coming- No! I did not move all the way across the country just for you to drag me ba- Mother! Do no expect me to show up, goodbye," Zayn ended the call exasperatedly.
"I don't want to intrude or anything, I can come back at a later time?" Although I was desperate for answers, he seemed really frustrated.
"No it's fine, just have a seat- sorry, 'm place is a bit dusty and all being that I just moved in and whatnot."
His black leather couch was so comfortable, I almost fell asleep on it. I was waiting for him to wrap up whatever he was doing previously, before my surprise visit.
I heard a snapping sound and looked around, only to find a little glass tank I hadn't seen before which held a turtle.
"Who's this?"
"Boris, my mum got him for me as a moving away gift. First instinct was to flush him but I quite like the company and he's low maintenance so."
I giggled, "Of all names, Boris?"
This boy was full of surprises.
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The War Within Me (Revised&Edited)
Fanfiction-UPDATES ARE SHORT BUT FREQUENT- How do you heal the aching pain that's been tearing at your flesh for years? Is it even possible? Is the power of love stronger than any other force like they said? Can one broken person be repaired by a stranger?
