@hstylr
it wasn’t rare that zayn experienced sleepless nights, consisting of tossing and turning in his bed as he waited for sleep to come (even though it never did). but that night he was awake, thinking about a particular person, someone who shouldn’t of been on his mind. the clock displayed the time of 2:03 am, and zayn had padded into his kitchen, starting to prepare some tea. he needed to do something. as he was waiting for the water to heat up, zayn leaned against the counter, looking down at his phone. oh, fuck it, the dark haired male thought, pressing call on the contact of the person occupying his thoughts. he was sure the line would go to voicemail, but a surprised expression fell over his face when he heard the call pick up. stammering, zayn spoke, “he... hello?”
