I'll Stay Babe (Zayn Malik)

Chapter No. 20: "I call being James Bond!"

BAM update. Finally. Sorry the holiday season is always crazy for me. Okay this is far over due but: MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY CHANUKAH, MERRY/HAPPY KWANZA, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, HAPPY NEW YEAR. 

Okay. Done.

I hope you like this chapter! It's not as funny as other but deal with it.

:)

Um quizzie time! What did you get for Christmas or Chanukah? Or any other holiday?

And tell me what you celebrate!

PHEW okay.

I LOVE YOU.

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Sofia's POV

I woke up extremely uncomfortable. I was in my room but I wasn't on my bed, I was lying by the door on the floor. I rubbed my head then looked around. I saw broken glass shards and lots of things on the ground. My mood suddenly plummeted as I remembered yesterday. I stood up and wobbled into the bathroom. Dark circles were under my eyes and my hair was crazily curly. I sneezed and grabbed a tissue before deciding to take a shower.

I washed my hair, rinsed and scrubbed my body with vanilla body scrub, and hopped out. I was never one to really take long showers. Not sure why. Just a me thing. I dried off and put on leggings and a red sweatshirt. I couldn't be bothered to put makeup on and I had no motivation to blow-dry my hair so I let it air dry.

I stepped into the living room and saw my phone on the floor. I picked it up and saw I had two missed calls from Zayn and eleven missed calls from Mona. I stared at my phone for a minute before deciding I wanted to talk to Mona. I rang her up.

"Y'ello?" she answered.

"Hey, Mona. Listen I–" I tried but of course, she cut me off.

"Sozzy! I miss you! We're coming home today and I'm so happy! Ashna got mad at me yesterday, dunno why, and now she's upset that she has to stay with me until my parents get back from India because they're coming here to see us," she rambled.

"That's great Mona but listen I really–" I tried again.

"What do you want Ashna! No–I'M ON THE PHONE! STOP IT NO DON'T–" then I heard the dial tone. I sighed. I put my phone down on the couch and went into the kitchen. My insides got all tight when I saw the kitchen. I felt like vomiting. I bit my lip to stop my self from crying again as I replayed the events of yesterday in my head.

I went into the living room and stared reproachfully at my telly. I think I fell asleep for a few minutes but I woke up to knocking on my door. I stood up, rubbing my eyes. When I opened the door I was surprised to see Zayn standing there. It took me a minute to regain my thoughts.

"Hi I hope I'm not disturbing you," he said, "but truthfully I'm really excited to hear what he said." I looked at Zayn and at his puppy dog eyes and I thought about lying to make him feel better but that would be a stupid choice.  I took a deep breath and averted my eyes.

"He didn't like it," I mumbled. 

"What?"

"He didn't like it an-and he fired me," I said, my lip starting to tremble again. I looked up to see Zayn looking a bit mad.