Trust, Love, and Lost Relations

Interview Giggles

Lexi's P.O.V.

It had been a month and a half since the boys left, and two weeks since Clarissa left. The boys were in Singapore tonight. I rolled over, looking at the clock beside my bed. Why the hell am I up at 7:00 in the morning? I grumbled to myself mentally. I had been up since 6:30, because I just couldn't sleep.

I probably could have called Felicity; she would most likely have been up. Apparently she hasn't really been sleeping well, either, but I was kind of avoiding her.

It's not like I wanted to, I mean, she's one of my best friends, but I had trouble being at her house. As much as this makes me seem like an overly obsessive teenage girl, I couldn't go back without feeling lonely.

I went back to say goodbye to Clarissa, but I haven't been able to go back since. I texted Felicity every day to see how she was doing, but there's only so much lying you can do in a text message before someone notices. She kept telling me she was fine, but I knew better.

I lay there for a moment, thinking, and figured out that if it was 7AM here, then it would have been 6PM in Singapore. I rolled back over, unplugging my phone, and opening a text to Zayn.

To: Zayn
Hey, Baby.

I lay there for a few more minutes, deciding that I should probably get up. I grumbled, literally rolling out of bed, and turning on the coffee pot. I felt my phone vibrate, and checked it quickly.

From: Zayn
Morning, sexy.

I blushed hard at the nickname, but grinned, answering nonetheless.

To:Zayn
Whatcha doin?

I heard the sound of my coffee pot clicking, informing me that it was done. I put my phone on my kitchen table, and poured my coffee, adding milk and sugar. When I sat back down at my table, I seen I had an unread text message.

From: Zayn
Turn on channel 117.
Was his reply.

To: Zayn
That doesn't answer my question 😜

From: Zayn
Sure it does. Just do it 😜

To: Zayn
Fine 😝

I walked over to the TV, turning it on, and changing the channel. When the channel switched, I seen five people sitting on a couch. I recognized the boys, and sat on the couch.

To: Zayn
I see you.
I sent, laughing.

From: Zayn
Yeah, I know. Does that answer your question?

To: Zayn
Yeah, I guess, ahaha

I turned back to the TV, seeing Zayn fidgeting with his phone. He suddenly picked it up, typing rapidly, and then my own phone vibrated beside me. I laughed, picking it up and opening the text.

From: Zayn
Ugh, I am so bored 😒

To: Zayn
Awe, poor baby 😝

From: Zayn
Rude 😭

To: Zayn
You love me and you know it 😘

From: Zayn
Yeah, I do 💙

I took a deep breath, giggling madly at the text. And cue inner fangirl... A few minutes later, I calmed down. I answered his text, still grinning.

To: Zayn
So, how long have you been in the interview for? 💚

I couldn't bring myself to say it back. Saying it just gives him a whole other arsenal if he ever decides he doesn't want me anymore...