Trapped

It's been a two weeks since I've moved out of Declan's place. My manager, Chrissy, had a roommate who just recently moved out - she got a job across town and needed to be closer. Chrissy said I was more than welcome to the empty room but as soon as someone else came along I'd be out; either that or I need to start paying rent. This wasn't the most comfortable or the most desirable place, but it was a roof over my head.

My phone lit up. It was Declan. I had forgotten a bunch of random things behind that I wanted to pick up, but trying to arrange something was like pulling teeth. I was supposed to go in an hour but it looks like he's busy, just like he was yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. I texted him, asking if he could just leave a key on top of the door frame or somewhere discrete so I can just get this over with. Although hesitant, he agreed. I had secretly hoped that he would be there though. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him. Sighing, I got dressed and ready to go.

Just as we planned, I stood on my tippy-toes to reach the key on the top of the frame. I felt strangely nostalgic and melancholy from just being in that apartment building again. After opening the door I stood there as if I had never seen this place before. It smelled different, it looked different, shit..it felt different. He rearranged the furniture and had gotten rid of the decorative pillows on the couch which left them looking bland, he also removed the patterned curtains from the windows which made the room much too bright. Picture frames filled with cute images of us and artwork that once adorned the walls were now in a large cardboard box in the corner. The kitchen sink was filled with dirty dishes and there were still more left on the counter along with many empty take-out containers and beer bottles. I peeked into the bedroom out of pure curiosity. His clothes were all over the ground, bed unmade, none of what was surprising to me. I felt as if my heart dropped to my stomach. I missed living here so much. I missed Declan so much. Fuck, I missed the way he smelled, his voice, the way he would say good morning to me in his raspy voice and for a second I even missed arguing with him. I grabbed the box of my things and made my way out. I wondered if he was doing fine and if I ever crossed his mind but I quickly shoved those thoughts into the back of my head in an attempt to avoid feeling more sad.

While walking down the stairs, I remembered Zayn. I remembered his dark hair, dark eyes and dark wardrobe. His voice sounded so sweet, so genuine. I felt bad that whenever he wanted to talk I was in such a hurry.

Let's face it, I was lonely. Chrissy was rarely ever home, Declan isn't even an option anymore, it's been two weeks and I barely talked to anyone. I was desperate for interaction, desperate for a friend. Reaching his floor, I debated straying from my path to go and knock on his door.

It was quiet. The clicks from my shoes muffled down the hall. What if he wasn't even home? My eyes scanned the door numbers; 309A, 309B, 309C, 310A, and finally 310B. I stood in front of Zayn's door unsure of what to do next. Putting my hand in a fist, I slowly raised it and knocked twice. Was two knocks too much? Not enough? I can't just knock again i don't want to be annoying. But what if he didn't hear me? I grew nervous. A few seconds passed and he still hadn't come to the door. I didn't hear any noise coming from behind it, so I figured he wasn't here. Deciding to knock twice more, I made these harder, louder. A few more seconds passed by without any response. Giving up, I turned around and was about to walk away until I heard something.

"Just a minute!" It was Zayn. I knew it was him because of his beautiful accent. The door swooped open and there he was wearing a black muscle tee and black skinny jeans.

"Hi." I said sheepishly. He was probably wondering as to why the fuck I was here. Before he could say anything I kept talking. "You said if I needed anything to come to 310B." Clearing my throat. "And I need something right now."

"Well of course love, what is it?" He cocked his head to the side.

"A friend...someone to talk to." I looked down at the ground. Zayn didn't say anything but instead he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and brought me inside.

Notes

hiiiiii okay thanks for reading you guys are the best
the next chapter should be up before the weekend is over.
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