If Time Stands Still

77- heart to heart

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Aylin's POV

Zayn: Baby can we talk? 

Zayn: Sleeping?

I rub at my aching temples, mentally fighting myself for saying what I said.

It's not that I didn't mean it, but I just didn't want to say it back. I never would have if I were sober, but here we are. There's no taking it back now and I don't think ignoring him any longer is going to help my case.

You: Yeah I was asleep, sorry about that

You: I'm recovering from a hangover

I sit up slowly and shut my eyes, blindly sticking my hand through the curtain and blinds to open a window without allowing light in.

My phone beeps, so I quickly gulp some water with a painkiller before checking it.

Zayn: So drunk text then?

I bite my lip, laying down again. It's 11am here and 6pm there, and still Christmas.

You: I was a bit out of it

You: But don't let me ruin the rest of your day

Zayn: You didn't

Zayn: I'm getting ready for bed

"At this hour?" I quickly check the time in Chicago to make sure my calculations are correct.

It is.

That's early, even for Zayn. It's concerning.

You: Do you wanna have a phone call?

Without responding, my phone immediately starts ringing.

I reach for my glass of water again, but it's already up. Fück. I take a deep breath as I sit up, holding the phone to my chest before I finally have the courage to answer.

"Hello?"

God. His voice. His sweet, soft voice that could melt me with just one word. I missed it.

"Hi." I respond after a beat, "How are you?"

I hear a soft chuckle on his end, "I'm fine... why are you asking?"

I frown slightly, "You're going to bed at 6pm."

"No, I mean... it just seems so generic. Hi, how are you?" He pauses, "As if we're just getting to know each other."

I swallow hard. He has a point, but the time we've spent not talking does make this feel awfully new.

"So why are you going to bed?"

"Barely slept last night and started my day early."

I hear him yawn which ends with an accidental squeak. I hate that I can picture him right now. Robe on, hair disheveled and rubbing at his eyes. I wonder if he's clean shaven today.

"What did you do?"

"Tried to take the dogs for a walk, but it was way too cold and snowy. So I went to the bakery, because I didn't feel like making anything." He explains, and I can't help but smile as he paints me a picture of his day.

He could've easily given me short answers, but he's not. He's acting as if nothing ever happened; as if we're still together. Right now, it sure feels like it.