Last Dance.(Zayn Malik Fan-fic)

Chapter 22

Zayn called me! For you, of course." She squealed and squealed. But I didn't.

"W-w-when?" I managed to say.

"Yesterday and the day before. He said he kept calling you but always got your voicemail."

I broke my phone. He called me.

"I tried to get you the day before yesterday, to tell you that he called. When I came over to ring your door bell, you didn't answer. So I assumed you weren't home, or-"

I cut Lyla off, "Wait. I didn't here a doorbell."

"But, I rang. Then yesterday, I called you and called. Then I came over again and rang the doorbell. I saw your car, but you didn't answer. So I thought you were just busy again or-"

I cut her off again. "Lyla, the doorbell didn't ring. . ." Shit!

I ran out of the bathroom and downstairs. "Ella! What!?"

She followed me down. I opened my front door and stood in front of my doorbell. I rang it.

Silence.

I rang it again.

Nothing was heard except some kids playing and screaming in a pool just a couple houses down.

"I guess it's broken. That would explain it." Lyla laughed.

I rang it and rang it and rang it. Over and over again, trying to process this through my head.

Lyla grabbed my hands and pulled me away from the door bell. She made me face her with the tears falling from my eyes.

"What, Ella?" She asked.

I fell down to the ground. "Stupid-fucking door bell."

"You cursed!!" She pointed out.

"Lyla, I'm busy today. I'll call you when I'm ready to talk. Okay?" I managed to speak out. She looked at me worried before she nodded and went off back to her house. 

I got up slowly and walked towards the doorbell. I ripped it off my house wall and threw it on my front lawn.

I walked into my house and slammed my door shut.

What if he came and rang the door bell? Such a stupid little thing had made me sad and heartbroken, and depressed over a boy I liked.

A door bell.

I walked straight to my kitchen.

I picked up my phone and dialed the number. 

Ring. Ring. Ring.

'Hey, leave a message.' His voice hit me like a ton of bricks. I closed my eyes to absorb his sweet voice.

BEEP.

"Zayn, uhh. . . It's me, Ella." I twirled the phone chord around my finger atleast 5 times until it couldn't twirl no more. Then I would un-twirl it and twirl it again. "I'm sorry I never called back . . . uhh, I miss you. A lot act-"

Suddenly, the phone went off. I couldn't hear the fuzz no more. I took the phone from my ear and looked at the caller ID. 00:21, it blinked. Did my phone just hang up on Zayn?

Suddenly, the phone rang. I picked it up quickly.

"Hello?" I answered worried.

"Ella!? Ella!!" Zayn's voice filled my waiting ears with such delight.

"Zayn!" I yelled.

"Oh my god! Finally! I missed you so damn much! I thought you would never talk to me again. I didn't even know what I did, I freaked out. I thought because of that night, you weren't ready and you were mad at me or something. Oh Ella, I'm sorry if you are m-"

"Whoa, Zayn. We have time. You can talk slowly." I laughed.

"Sorry." He laughed. Oh, his laugh.

God, I didn't think I would miss him this much. .