Cyrus's POV
I continuously ring his door bell. Why the hell is taking him so long?!
My keep looking behind me to see if he is here or not. My hands were shaking. I was sweating heavily. My chest also started aching. I started feeling a little dizzy.
Shit! I am having a panic attack.
He is here. Why is he here? He was in Mexico. In jail! Is he here in New York for me?!
I startled and flinched away when I suddenly felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I looked up and relaxed a little. Only a little. Zayn...
He pulled me inside before closing the door. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back. Huh? He didn't ask.... anything?
I hugged him back, still breathing heavily. He started humming a song while rubbing my back. I hate to admit it but it's the first time someone calmed me this fast.
Fuck. How does he know how to handle panic attacks?
"Better now?" he whispered in my ear after a few minutes
I just nodded, not being able to find my voice. He tried to pull away but I hugged him tighter, not wanting to lose the warmth just yet. I know I should pull away. I know that's the right thing to do but I am... scared and he is... he is himself. Always calm me. Pulling me towards him like a magnet. I hate to admit that I feel safe and comfortable with him more than anyone else in this world, including my family.
I know this is wrong. It's not how we are supposed to be. I shouldn't trust him. But.... I don't know. When I saw him on the road, I just couldn't think straight and end up coming here.
Even though I didn't want to but I finally pulled away from the hug.
It's going to be awkward now...
"Coffee or a tea?" he asked casually like nothing happened
"What?" I am kinda confused and shocked
"Tea or coffee?" he asked me again
"C-co-coffee" I shuttered
"No, I am making tea" he said, going in the kitchen.
"Then why did you ask?" I yelled at
"For time pass" he said, grinned like an idiot
Bastard
I sighed and followed him in the kitchen. The size of the kitchen is fine according to the house. It's really strange how he lives in this small house when he has many mansions and villas.
I sit down on kitchen island near him as he makes tea for us. By the way, I still don't get why he is not asking me any questions. If someone comes to my home at 2 am, I would curse that person whole night. He really is weird but I guess it's okay because he is so nice and cu-
Wait- what the hell am I thinking?!
No, no, he is not cute. He is not cute. He is not cute. He is not cute. He is not cute. He is not cu-
"Your tea. Let's go in the balcony" he said, holding out the cup toward me, with a big grin on his face.
Okay, maybe a little bit.
Fuck!
I grabbed my tea from his hands and we made our way to balcony on first floor. His house is two storey.
I go and sit down on the swing and he sits on a bean bag, opposite of me. The view was nice. It's the end of October. The cold breeze is so relaxing. Just sitting and relaxing here make me realize that it's been long since I have been this relaxed and calm. I always works. I didn't take any days off for months. Being a boss is difficult. My dad has 2 companies. Me and my sister are handling each. Dad doesn't work anymore. He just travels with mom and sometimes attends business parties.
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العاطفية"Cyrus, let's build a snowman together on Christmas" ... "Cyrus, Will you visit my grave if I die someday?" ---------------------------------------------------- Zayn and Cyrus. Two business rivals. Enemies since last 2 gen...
