Secretly Texting [z.m.] ✅

Fourteen

[Z A Y N]

"God dammit!" I exclaimed, chucking my phone, thankfully, onto my bed. I ran my fingers through my hair, and sighed heavily before picking up my phone again.

Me: Amber please I'm sorry

Error 101: Your message can not be delivered right now

"No!" I shouted.

Me: Amber please I love you don't shut me out please!!!

Error 101: Your message can not be delivered right now

Me: Please please please don't be mad at me Amber

Error 101: Your message can not be delivered right now

I groaned loudly, letting my body fall with a thump against the bed. I scrolled through my contacts, and after forever I found Stans number.

He answered almost immediately, "what's up?"

"I'm a shithead, enjoy my confession while you can," I sighed, making him chuckle for a second.

"What did you do Zayn? Something with that girl?"

I bit my lip, "yea," I mumbled, "we were texting and she said she had a bad day so I was all like how could I help and she was like maybe you could tell me who you are and I said no and she flipped shit. I don't know what to do and she blocked me. I can't call or text her," I told him.

"Ya know, I'd say I told you so but that's mean. Just tell her in school or something who you are. Maybe she'd forgive you for whatever you did and you can be all buddy buddy again," he offered.

"Yea okay, thanks," I said, even though it probably wouldn't work.

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This is really short but it's just a short filler for Zayn's POV