Zayn Malik is a 25 year old man that is living on his own. He owns a huge house that is settled somewhere Distant. He left his family for Good about 7 years ago. He's currently working for someone for him to be able to afford everything he wants.
He lives on a peaceful place, a huge house far from the people, in front of his house was a road though you can count to your fingers how many cars would pass there because it has only 4 or 5 house left until the dead end aka the forrest.
Across from the road his house was facing a river, the side of the river was full of trimmed grass and to the near road there are street lights standing, there's also a bench where you can sit on while facing the river. The view is indeed peaceful and warm. Every afternoon where the sun is setting, you can see it on Zayn's window from his room, He loves watching the sunset from there. He never go outside just to sit on the bench tho he just watch it from his house.
5:48 PM he saw on the clock hanging from the wall of his room. Zayn passed his day by just laying down on his bed all day because there wasn't a "job" for him today.
He got up to look outside the window.
"Mhm... you never fail me, you always show up Curly. every damn day." He whispered to himself.
seeing the same "weird" curly boy who always sat on the bench across the road.
the curly lad was always carrying a backpack, Zayn assumed that after this boy's class he always go straight here.
this boy have a routine where he goes to the bench before dusk then live when its completely dark, he had this Polaroid camera he always use to take photo of the sunset. he always have that stupid toothy smile on his face while capturing the beautiful sight of the sun. The boy start taking pictures when Zayn leave to go to the kitchen and find something to eat.
After maybe two hours of watching TV Zayn decided to go to his bed and have a slumber.
as he looked outside the boy was still there, sitting still.
"What does this idiot doing? he might have catch a cold, it's already dark why the fuck he's still sitting there like a dork?" Zayn huff then go to his bed under the covers and try to sleep.
He tried his best to not be bothered about the "weird boy" but a couple of hours of laying down but couldn't sleep, he decided to got up and peaked at the window. Shocked, He saw the boy was still there.
"He never do that, its already 9 at the evening for fucks sake?!" sighing Zayn go downstairs and cross the road and got near to the boy slowly.
as Zayn was looking over to the boys face, he saw the boy crying.
"Hey?" he said softly not wanting to startle the boy.
The boy shot up its head looking at zayn with full of tears in the eyes ,immediately wiping its own tears, the boy stand and back away a little from zayn
"hey hey... im not here to er... to hurt you"
"Who are you?!"
"hey its fine ,Im zayn ,Zayn Malik I live across the road, See that white house? it's mine" he said smiling
"not being creepy but I saw you here everyday? I mean from my window and ... You never do this ,Stay this late?"
"none of your business" the boy mumbled though zayn heard it clearly ,This boy looks as soft as fuck but here it is spatting and sassing at him
"oooh ,okay? Just want to share you a story... though looks like you dont care" zayn trying to scare the boy that looks like its working based on the boys terrified face
"W-what are you t-talking about!?"
"None of your business" zayn said with a smirk and turn his back to the boy and walks away
not that far the boy pulled him by the arm
"what?"
"tell me the story, what is it about??" the boy said still look scared
"okay"
"really?"
"yep"
"go on"
"Well this is short ,Every exact 10 pm a Guy on a motorcycle pass this road--"
"so?"
"With an axe"
"WHAT?"
"yeah , I always saw that every nig--"
"What time is it?"
"huh?"
"The Time!!?"
Zayn looked at his wristwatch
"oh Uhm, 9:48 " he said with a smile
"WHAT??" the boy was now shaking
"Hey its fine you know you can stay at my house for tonight!"
"How'd I know that you're not a killer?"
"Do I even look like a killer? Duh" zayn rolls his eyes
"If you dont want its fine, bye ,hope that guy wouldn't see you, coz if he does ,You're. Dead.Meat."
Okay Fine!!"
Zayn smiled with triumphant ,He really want to get this boy to his house to just talk with it and to know the boy more, the story was Fake ,And it is more funnier coz this boy believed
not that zayn will do something bad to this boy ,he kinda want to protect him honestly
"so what's your name kid?"
zayn asked heading to his kitchen the boy is following him
"Im not a kid"
"Well hi Im not a kid ,"
"Shut up! Im not a kid okay? Im 19 years old!"
"okay, so whats your name?"
"Harry"
"Oh, thats a cute name and it fits a cute lad" zayn winked at him and Harry's mouth hunged open
"Are you trying to flirt with me??"
"honestly? ,Yes."
"ugh! I knew it! you're a pedophile!"
"Ew! shut up will ya? Im just trying to be friendly and Fuck those pedo Im just 25 smartarse! ,And How can I know you're not a bad person?"
"im not" harry said silently
zayn saw a bit of sadness and stress in Harry's eyes
"hey you're hungry?"
"no"
"come on! I know you are!!"
"no im Fine, I want to sleep now, can I sleep here for tonight?"
"oh, okay, yeah of course come on upstairs, I have extra rooms there"
"Thank you so much Mr.Malik"
"its Zayn"
"Zayn" Harry smiled a bit and Zayn Saw it, The Cute dimple
"You have a deep dimple there" said zayn chuckling
"Huh? oh! yeah, I think I got it from my mum"
"really? Im sure she's pretty, when can I meet her?"
" you cant" there goes the sadness in the eyes again
"why?"
"She's... she's dead"
"sorry, sorry harry"
"its fine"
they were now on the guest room
"So um, Harry! feel comfortable and just knock on the next door if you need something, There's a blanket and pillows there, and Um Im just on my room, Sleep tight, Goodnight"
"Goodnight Zayn ,Thank you so much"
zayn smiled at harry then left going on his own room.
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this is under heavy editing. 😗
dedicated to my Three lovely babes, Axou, Mits, and my Baby Honey Marcel. I literally published this for them 😹
-Zunnie x
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