Last Dance.(Zayn Malik Fan-fic)

Chapter 21

"Did he call you?" Marcie, my older sister who was away at college said over the phone.

"I don't know, I broke my phone." I sniffled. It was Monday afternoon. 2 days after Zayn had left. And all I did was cry.

"Ella! Was it him that made you break it? Because of what he did? Jeez, Ella!" She sighed.

"No, I was just pissed and I broke it, that's all."

"When will dad buy you a new one?" I heard her turn on a stove.

"He's pissed I broke it too. I don't know, maybe never! I wouldn't be surprised. But no one ever called me anyway, so I don't really care."

"You'll find another one. I promise! Another guy who won't leave you! Who won't be such a dick and do what that Zayn guy did to you."

The tears fell once again. It hurt to even hear his name.

"I got to go, Marcie. Thanks for calling." I tried to smile as I said that. Maybe I could fool her to think that I was fine.

"Take more rest. Listen to music, you love your music. Bye, sweetie. Love you."

I hung up. 

I didn't move. Sitting on my kitchen floor with the phone still in my hands. I stared at the blank wall across from me.

My heart was beating; I couldn't hear it pounding against my chest though. I should probably call the doctor. Tell him my heart isn't beating loud enough.

Fuck it, I got up and walked up to my room. It was a very hot summer day. The heat was overpowering my head and house. My head imagined little monkey's galloping into México as I could have sworn I saw my family portrait just sweating.

My mind goes blind in heat.

My room's windows were opened, but that didn't help. I turned on my radio and lay hard onto my bed.

Back to the day before I met him. I was alone and empty. Because summer sucks and there is never anything to do.

I closed my eyes to lay and try to cool down.

'I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.'

'My girl' played softly through the radio.

Just in time for the chorus.

"My girl, my girl, my girl." I sang along with The Temptations.

Suddenly, I heard a crack from my window. I shot up.

CRACK. CRACK.

"Ella?"

I got up from my bed and walked towards the window.

"LYLA! What the hell? Get away from there!!" I leaned my hand out the window to grab her hand. She grabbed on and I pulled her in gently. "What were you doing!?"

"Sorry, I just wanted to see if you were okay!" She was bleeding on the top of her head.

"Oh god! You're bleeding!!" I took her hand and brought her to the bathroom.

"Ella, I need to talk to you!" She said as I sat her down on the closed seat cover of the toilet.

"Wait!"

"But, it's important!!" She cried out. I dabbed a bit of alcohol on her head and watched her flinch from the sting.

"Alright!" I said and began to grab the band-aids.

"He called!" She yelled with a smile escaping onto her face.

I didn't ask who 'he' was. 

All I did was apply the band-aid.