Letters to Zayn

Chaper 4

 I know that Zayn has another day off today so I am avoiding skype and all the other social media. I can't risk all we've had for some meaningless letters. Well, they're not meaningless to me. But he would think that I am crazy. No, in fact he would know it. And I don't want him to know it. I just have to think of something to say instead of the truth. Unfortunately, I can't lie either, because he would notice it, he knows me too well.

I wish it was January or February so I could say it has something to do with his birthday, so I can't spoil anything. That's my luck, giving myself away in the middle of April with no obvious excuse of why I would be hiding anything from him. The main problem is that this guy is really curious. He's been sending me text messages asking when he'll be able to know what I was hiding. It'd be no big deal to receive a text message, but he's been sending tens of them and he is in the States right now so it costs him a fortune. Not that it would matter to Zayn. Not with what he has in his bank account. Anyway, I can't keep avoiding him as it would only make the matters worse. Think, Rebecca, think! My phone buzzes once more, interrupting my thougts.

Sender: Zayn

Message: Come on, Rebecca! What could be so bad that you would be avoiding me all this time? I thought you trusted me. I want to be the person you tell anything and everything and you know that, so why do this to me? Come on, I'm waiting for you on skype. We gotta talk.

Damn! If  I don't sign on now, he might get mad at me. Well he probably wouldn't, but I don't want to disappoint him. Why does life have to be so hard on me?

Having no other smart choice, I do what he asked. Immediately he starts calling. This time I don't hesitate and pick up instantly.

"Why didn't you text me back? I've been texting you all night" After these words of Zayn I realised that what's been all morning, to him was all night. A flood of guilt fills my soul.

"I'm sorry! It's not like I have millions to spend on text messages sent abroad!" I say immediately regretting. Zayn hates when I mention the money situation which is so different in our lives. He is a millionaire superstar and I'm just a sandwich artist in a 'Subway'. I managed to leave him speechless. Which on one hand is good, cause he seems to have forgotten why he called at all. On the other hand, he really seems hurt and I never intended to do that. " I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Zayn, alright?! I always say the wrong thing at the wrong time. I hate myself" Lucky me, he didn't hear my last sentence as I barely whispered it.

Zayn just sits there with his eyes on the floor. I start to think that he has left this planet and gone to a place much nicer than this. Just now I notice that his eyes are surrounded with purple circles, the consequence of a sleepless night. Tears start filling my eyes as I realize what a terrible friend I am. First I hide something from him, then I make him stay up all night ignoring him and now that we got to talk I still can't say anything worth listening. The first tear drops down my cheek, I wash it off just in time, seconds before Zayn lifts his eyes up to look at me.

" You don't have to say sorry for so many things. It's not like I'd give up a friend like you for such nonsenses. I'd just like for you to be honest with me. Of course, it is your choice, but come on, Rebecca, don't you trust me? " Zayn said with the peace the whole earth could hardly contain.

" It's not that I don't trust you. There just are some things that are meant to stay personal, you know? So this is a part of me that I'll have to keep to myself. That's just the way I want it. Can you accept that?" I say giving him my best puppy eyes. I'm glad to see that it makes him smile and I feet relief.

" Those puppy eyes never fail for you,huh?" Zayn says giggling. " It's alright. If you choose so, then I can't say anything to change that, I suppose. It's not like I want to force you to say things you don't actually want to reveal. I think it's high time for me to go to bed now, though. It was good talking to you again" he says with a sincere smile on his face. "Talk to you soon, alright?"

" Sure, good luck on tour and good night, my best friend in the whole world" I respond smiling back at him and he hangs up.

My moment of peace does not last long as it is interrupted by a door bell.

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Really happy that the number of readers is increasing little by little. For the next part I'm not gonna ask for a certain number of reads on all parts, only 50 on this one. This may give me a break to think of something super exciting and interesting to happen.