Texting Zayn Malik

5.

I wish I could tell you exactly what I was thinking the next morning. I felt drained and disgusting. Not only did I happen to sleep with my celebrity crush but I also had the fucking audacity to forget about it.

I hear my alarm go off and that's when I realized that I never actually went to sleep. Fuck. I decided I'm just gonna call out and tell them I'm sick.

I roll over and grab my phone off the night stand pull it to my face. Once it unlocks I see that I have 15 texts from Zayn. I roll my eyes and continue to search for Mr. Johnson's contact. Once i found it I dial his number and hear the ringing.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Hi, Mr. Johnson. It's me, Sy. I was just calling to tell you that I fell rather ill last night and won't be making it in today." I said adding a fake cough at the end.

"Oh. That's awful to hear. Yes stay home as long as you need. We will call you in case of emergency." He said his voice sounding concerned.

"Thank you, Sir. Have a good day." And with that we hung up and I continued to lay on my back staring at the ceiling.

Why would he lie to me? But use the same initials as his real name? This is all too confusing.

I was trapped in my thoughts until I heard an aggressive ass ring.

*Ring* Ring*

Without even bothering to check who is calling me I just answered the phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Sy?" His voice is so deep and so raspy. As if he had just woken up. But his accent is thicker than ever, and I'm not gonna lie, it was sexy as hell.

"What do you want?" I asked angrily.

"I just want to talk." He said hopeful. Well he's in for a rude awakening.

"About what Zayn?! There is literally NOTHING to fucking talk about! Jus-just leave me a-alone. Okay?" I say hanging up.

My phone kept going off and I eventually just turned it off so I couldn't be bothered by his bullshit. Why would he lie to me? Did he not like me? What was the point? This wasn't at all how I wanted my life to go.

About an hour goes by and I decided to get up and make me something to eat, while I'm in the kitchen I hear banging on my door. I walk over to it hesitantly. I look through the peep hole to see Tatum. I let out a sigh of relief. I open the door to see her makeup is running and her eyes and nose are red.

"Tatum! What's the matter?" I ask pulling her into my arms and holding her.

"Brooks broke up with me. And he said we could still be friends but I don't want that." She said through sobs.

"Awe sweetie I'm so sorry, here come sit down." I say closing the door behind her. "I'll make you some tea." I say while going into the kitchen.

After some time went by she continued to tell me about how Brooks just broke up with her and the next day proceeded to go on a date and post about it on his snap story.

"So that lying son of a bitch was basically cheating on you, is what I'm hearing?" I state more than ask. She nods, "But he says that he still wants to be friends." She says while reaching for a tissue.

"Fuck his bird chested built ass, he's not worth your tears and he sure as hell doesn't deserve to be your friend." I say while pouring two cups of tea.

"Yeah, but anyways... how did the meeting with that mystery guy go?" She asks. And I tell her the whole story and when I tell you her mouth dropped.

"Bitch you're fucking lying." She states still with her mouth on the floor.

"I'm not even fucking kidding, and he lied to me about it like what was the fucking point?" I ask myself mostly.

"Well do you think you should give him a chance to explain?"

"I honestly don't know dude. Like on the one hand it's fucking Zayn Malik. I've been in love with him since fucking middle school and then I finally fuck him and don't remember? Like what the fuck? And on the other hand he lied to me... I don't think I should give the time and effort to hear someone's bullshit after they lied to me Tay." I explain my thoughts to her.

"Well how do you feel about the whole situation? Because you honestly sound kinda bitter if I'm being honest." She says while chuckling slightly.

"I'm not bitter. I'm mad as hell." I laugh while nudging her slightly.

"Well I think you should talk to him about the whole situation, I mean you said he's been blowing up your phone. Maybe he's pussy whipped by the chocolate queen." She laughs.

"Oh shut up, what do you know?" I laugh at her.

But she's right I should let him explain.

I go to my room and pull my phone off the charger and start to power it back on. As soon as it's powered back on I see 27 unopened messages from Zayn and one miss call from my mom. I immediately call my mom back and see what's the problem.

"Simone! Thank god you're okay!! Why didn't you answer my calls!?" She starts screaming in my ear.

"Mama, why are you yelling? I missed one call from you and it was," I pause to look at my phone to see when she called, "five minutes ago. What's the problem?" I question her.

"Oh I wanted to tell you Dalles and Dalles are engaged!" She shouts in my ear once again.

"Okay and..?" I ask kind of annoyed.

"Well I just thought I'd tell you considering you kind of cut us all off after you moved away."

"No, mom. I cut you off. Not my brother, he told me about it a month ago and I even helped him pick out the ring. Now if you'll excuse me I have other things to be doing. Goodbye!" And with that I hung up the phone.

I went straight to my messages and just stared at all the texts that Zayn had sent me. Most of them were him asking for me to talk to him and to let him explain. The others were voice memos saying how sorry he was and how he'd like to explain face to face. So you know what I did? I fucking FaceTimed his ass.

As I patiently waited as the FaceTime call rang Tatum decided to join me just to see if he's really Zayn or not. Right when I was about to hang up I saw the video start to connect and I began to grow rather nervous.

"Sy! Oh thank you for calling me. Thank you for giving me the chance to explain. I-." Before I let him finish his sentence I cut him off.

"So explain then." I said coolly.

"Right.. so I didn't tell you who I was because I was afraid that you would only keep talking to me because I'm famous, or that you would swindle a scheme to pretend that you were pregnant so I'd stay with you. Honestly I should've told you sooner and myself, not through my sister..." he paused for a moment, guilt glinting in his eyes then suddenly his eyes shot wide open and he looked as if a lightbulb lit up in his head with an idea, "What if I make it up to you? Anything you want I will do my best to achieve it, anything at all. I swear it."

"Don't make promises you can't keep Zayn." I said with a smirk. "Because there are somethings I can think of that you would never do." I said with a shrug.

Meanwhile Tatum is just sitting next to me trying not to scream her head off because she's so shook that I'm actually on the phone with The Zayn Malik.

"Try me." Zayn said with a devious smile.

"Okay, take me on a date, but a double date. I'll bring a friend and you bring Harry Styles.. sound good?" I say while looking at my nails.

"I'll see what I can do about Harry coming along." He said cheesing.

"Okay goodbye now." I said and hung up.

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Yeah I definitely need to start updating way more, this is all bad lol.