It's been about 2 week since I placed the deposit for 'the house'. Turns out it doesn't come fully decorated. All the main furniture that is too big to move such as the sofa and beds etc. is still included, but everything else has gone and it looks bare. Well, apart from a few of my own little bits and pieces that I have gradually boxed up and moved over here but because I was just in a flat, there's not much.
I never have had many possessions, I've never needed many. All of the moving around when I was younger just made things difficult and now, it's time to settle down. For once in my life I'm in a good place. I'm happy.
Today, I will spend my first night in the new house, obviously it wouldn't be the same as if it would be if Niall was here, but life moves on and he'll be home soon, well just over a month, ha.
As I walked down the long corridor from my old apartment, my phone rang. Usually I only answer my phone if the number is known, in fact I thought I blocked all unknown numbers but this one still managed to be ringing me. I picked it up anyways.
"Hello, Hanna?" The familiar but strange voice asked. It sounded awfully like Zayn, but he has no reason to ring me?
"Hello?" I asked confused as I got to the lift.
"Hanna I need your help, I'm done." He sobbed, I could tell from the tone and pace of his voice that he was drunk, but not a good drunk.
"Zayn, why are you phoning me?" I shook my head.
All that was heard was his drunken cries and mumbles, I don't have time for this, I need to go hand my keys over like now.
"I have to go, call me back when you're not drunk. Sorry." I hung up and he lift doors opened allowing me to walk out.
It's been 2 hours since the weird call of Zayn and I've had nobody contact me since then but it's around 12 now so I should be expecting a call from Niall any time soon. I've handed my keys over to the land lord of the flat and now I'm in my new house, bored and alone.
Just as I sat down on the white leather sofa, my phone rang. It was Niall.
"Hey baby." I gushed, excited to hear his voice.
"Hiya, I might not be able to talk much today. We're doing a big event tonight, it's suit and tie and everything. How posh is that?" He laughed.
"Yeah, fancy. Hey, I got a call of Zayn earlier, he was drunk, very drunk." I spoke concerned for the Bradford born and raised boy.
I heard Niall take a deep breath. "He's going through a lot and he's gone missing. He's not answered his phone to anyone for 24 hours." He rushed. "What was he saying?"
"He was just asking for help but I had to go, I was busy." I hummed and started picking at my nails.
He hummed and I knew he was shrugging to himself, it was the shrugging hum. "Anyways, I've been thinking about our last night together." He sighed.
"Yeah? What about it?" I giggled flirtatiously, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"That red dress really suited you, and scene as I'm missing you so so soooo much..." He trailed off. I hummed meaning for him to carry on. "You haven't sent me any snapchats in a while." He said in his cocky Irish accent.
I knew exactly what he was talking about and I knew exactly what he wanted. I laughed loudly and nodded my head, "Okay, what do I get in return?" I hummed, adding emphasis onto my question.
"Great sex when I see you again." He laughed, his attempt at flirting ruined the moment.
"Whatever Niall, its better on my own anyways." I smirked to myself.
"I'm deeply offended." He said in a shocked tone. After a couple of seconds silence and little laughter, Niall spoke again. "Anyways, I gotta go. We've gotta get ready for this event." He sighed.
"Okay, I love you." I smiled
"I love you, see you later." Although he was speaking metaphorically, I deeply wished he would actually 'see me later'.
Pfft, like that was going to happen any time soon.