Forever Intertwined (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter 28

A/N: Yay! Two chapters in one day! Happy Valentine's day, and enjoy :)

P.S. Everyone knows that the external link in each chapter will take you to the outfit worn in that chapter, unless the outfit is the same as the chapter that came before it, right? For instance, Jayd is still wearing the batman outfit at the beginning of this chapter, but changes later; so the link in this chapter will take you to the new outfit worn. Please check them out! XD

After Harry dropped me off at the office, I ran straight for our workroom. Luckily, Liz was there. She looked up at me alarmed.

“Hey, you ok? What’s up?” she asked.

“I need to tell him tonight.” I say. She looks at me surprised for a second, and then an excited smile emerges on her face.

“Yes! Finally! Sweetie, I am so proud of you!” she says giving me a hug.

 “I’m going to need your help though.” I say, biting my lip.

“Of course! Anything.” she says, pulling back from the hug and sitting on top of the desk.

“Well I need to call him now, and tell him we need to talk, and I really don’t want to chicken out.” I say. Knowing what I wanted, Liz walks over and grabs my hand and squeezes, providing me with a small boost of courage I’m going to need. I take out my phone, go to contacts, and click on his name. I squeeze Liz’s hand tighter, and after the fifth ring, Zayn picks up.

“Hello.” he says, sounding wary. I momentarily lose my ability to speak, but Liz pinches my arm, hard.

“Hi.” I say, rubbing my arm. The girl’s got sharp nails. Silence emerges, and I guess Liz assumed Zayn was saying something, because she leaned in to the phone. When she realized that neither Zayn or I were speaking, she looked at me with a confused look I’ve never seen before. She whispers the word ‘awkward’ and I actually start laughing, and so does Liz. What a random and inappropriate time to start laughing.

“Ahem.” I hear over the phone.

“Yes?” I ask.

“Is there a reason you called?” he asked.

“Yeah. We should talk.” I say.

“Now?” he asks, sighing.

“No. Can we meet up tonight?” I ask, squeezing Liz’s hand so tight it’s starting to turn purple.

“No. We can’t.” he says. Now Liz is mouthing ‘ouch’ and looking at me sympathetically.

“So you don’t want to talk?” I ask softly.

“No. I do. I just can’t tonight, rehearsal, and studio session.”

“Oh, ok. I can come to the studio session, if you want.”

“Um. Well you’ve got work tomorrow, and we might not be finished until four or five in the morning.” he says.

“I’ll be fine.” I say.

“Jayd. I can’t do that to you. You’ll be waiting a long time for me.”

“Haven’t you waited longer for me to really talk to you?” I ask, quietly.

“Yeah. But maybe we should wait until tomorrow.”

“Ok, so it’s settled then. I will see you tonight.” I say.

“Stubborn as always.” he says with a chuckle.

“So send me the address and I’ll see you later.”