1d-cafe

“Aw, c’mon, bub. Chin up, okay?” Leon soothes, pressing the phone more comfortably to his ear. Having a daughter so torn up by a boyband was a little stressful, honestly. 

He makes several soothing sounds as he listens to her speak, mhm and yeahing every so often until it was time to say goodbye. “Yeah, you too. I’ll see you soon. Aloha.”

Leon cuts the call and sets his phone back onto the table, hands coming to rub his face, resting the urge to slam his face against the table.

“Fuckin’ Zayn Malik.”