Engaged [z.m.]

Chapter 34: Later

C H A P T  E R   T H I R T Y-FOUR

4 MONTHS LATER

Zayn

I stepped out of the shower, evidently noticing the mess that had formed in the room. I shook my head, picking up my t-shirts and throwing them into the walk in closet. I did the same with the remaining clothes that currently resided on the floor of the bedroom.

I picked a graphic t-shirt and some black jeans with a leather jacket. I quickly changed and walked into the kitchen.

Thankfully, the coffee was brewing. The rich aroma hit me as soon as I stepped into the living room that was connected with the kitchen.

I poured myself a large mug. I took a slow sip, eyeing the breakfast counter. I grabbed yesterday's newspaper and walked into the living room; scanning the contents.

I seated myself on the largest couch and placed my mug on the coffee table. Eventually growing bored of the paper, I tossed it onto the coffee table.

Considering that I had an hour until my first meeting of the day which was scheduled about a ten minute drive away; I had sometime to kill.

I drained my mug and poured myself another mug. I eyed the items present within the fridge settling on a apple.

I walked back to the living room and passed time by aimlessly shuffling and switching between channels.

Once I felt that it was time to leave, I pushed my keys and my wallet into my pant's pocket.

Five hours later, I drove back home having successfully manipulated through two meetings and one rehearsal.

I was starved.

Lunch was already prepped in the kitchen by the cook I had hired two months. I washed my hands and filled a plate, pouring myself a generous glass of red wine. 

I finished my lunch in peace whilst trying to concentrate on a football match. Exhausted, I pushed my plates aside and slung my legs on the couch. I fished out my phone, replying to as many texts as I could whilst simultaneously trying to watch the match.

Upon hearing there was a party tonight that my friend, Dan was hosting; I texted a positive response.

As the party didn't start for another four hours, I walked into the bedroom and flung myself onto the bed. Kicking off my shoes, I instantly went to sleep.

I woke up two and a half hours later. I walked into the bathroom, ran cold water over my face. I dry swallowed my vitamins. I stared at myself in the mirror.

My routine was an absolute mess. I pitied myself for how much I had restricted myself. I worked like a mad man, exhausting myself with projects and writing sessions. I flew twice a month to LA for meetings, events, parties or projects within the states. We furthur occassionally flew as a band to perform shows. I partied a lot, not drinking much but using it as an excuse to get out of the house.

I showered again and changed into another outfit quite similar to the one prior.

I replied to some emails before shurgging on my jacket and walking out.

The party was a mediocre gathering that Dan liked to host every other week at either a club or his own place. Today's venue was his place, located in the heart of London. His parties weren't the hype of the week but you could easily spot some big names in the industry lingering about the premises.

Dan was a music composer, laying low for a year or so but had worked with some big names back in his time.
The place was already packed when I arrived with more shuffling in by the second. Loud music rattled the window panes of my car as I stepped out. I swung my head low as I walked in, hoping to get a drink before someone steered me away for a conversation.