August 31st
Last day of August, last day of a month that wasn't supposed to happen...Not in reality that is. Zayn had always thought about meeting the one and only Harry Styles, to talk and take pictures, to hang and worship...that all changed, changed because the man he had been obsessing over was actually the biggest arsehole alive.
Not only was he thinking about over thinking the problem, he had been stressing over the fact that he has an actual human being locked up in his basement underneath his busy comic store.
The thing that had him questioning the whole situation...The model down below had been awfully quiet and it was really grinding his gears.
What was he to do? Was he being paranoid about the man silencing himself? Maybe he was learning to respect those who work hard for what they earn on a daily salary, maybe he was finally seeing himself as one of them to be exact.
Zayn held his lighter, staring down at the neatly decorated marvel picture that was imprinted at the front and back.
Playing around with the small lighter, he placed it on top of the glass counter. Pushing it around with the tips of his fingers, hearing people yap with their nonsense.
Hearing them talk about movies that haven't been placed out on shelves yet, hearing them talk about comics that Zayn didn't have yet. He was beyond annoyed, hoping that this day would carry on without having to deal with stupid people and their dumb questions.
''Excuse me Sir, do you maybe have Parasyte?'' Zayn shuddered, knowing exactly what the young boy was talking about.
Why was he even watching such a show? How does one let their children watch a show that consist's of violence, blood, and murder?
''My mum doesn't know that i'm here, she thinks i'm at a friends house. I'm not going to lie...I can't stand people, i don't have friends and i don't need them. I have my anime and action figures and that's all i need.''
Zayn wanted to tell the kid to leave and not come back until he had his mum with him, than again...If the kid is paying then why kick em out?
''Sure...Let me look in the back, all Anime Comics and Shows are located next to the Dc and Marvel books. Or...if you want to go look for yourself then be my guest.''
Zayn watched the kid fiddle with his leather wallet that had been colored red, watching him carefully as he whipped out his phone.
''Kid, i don't have all day. If you want the damn series then go for it, i'm not suppose to be selling shit like that to youngsters like you. Be happy that i'm being nice today, otherwise i would have kicked you out. Now...either you go look for it yourself and stopped texting whoever it is that you're fascinated with or leave.''
Not dealing with this kids slow working brain, Zayn stared down at the wide eyed child as he nodded rather quickly. The kid dove through the aisles, scared to stand in front of the man who glared at him.
Everyday was getting to Zayn, having to overthink about who he had hidden in his basement, having to watch the NEWS about the missing model and how he hadn't shown up to most of his interviews nor answered calls.
Watching a few of the Maids that worked for Harry, they talked their little hearts away as they fake cried over nothing. Watching his security guard timidly smile once they asked him about the man who possibly ran away. Watching Niall gape the whole time, not really believing about what was going on.
There had been stories after stories, newspapers after newspapers, lies after lies...There was not one person that looked a bit worried over the disappearance of the young spoiled model.
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Missing Model (Zarry)
FanfictionEveryone knows Harry Styles, the famous model who gets whatever he wants and whenever he wants it. He's known to be one of the biggest models around the world that walk around with their head held high and a smile on his face. He has the riches fall...
