It's been like 2 years...i forgot about this story im sorry. Zayn will still be included...sorry.
-previously-
When I open it there's a pale white Rose with glitter sprinkles on. . . Oh its lovely I smile so much that my cheeks begin to hurt then I noticed there's a card. As I bend down and read the card without picking it up my hair falls around me like a curly vale. That's the problem with my hair its naturally curly like I've curled it(I never do). Anyways the card read:
Miss Megan Louise White,
You looked beautiful yesterday
I can't stop thinking about you
Until next time that was your promise remember
.x
Who was this! They left a number should I call? YES YOU IDIOT RING HIM my subconscious growls at me over her half moon glasses. Alright keep your hair on White.
Picking up my phone I type in the number unaware I'm shaking and holding my breath. They pick up after the second ring
Person: Hello
SHIT ITS HIM ITS ---
I squeeze my hands around my phone praying to every god that it can't be him. Out of all the people I said 'until next time' to last night it had to be him!...
Yes I admit he is truly beautiful...but it can't be him. He's too beautiful to fall for a girl like me. First Horan trying to seduce me now this hot male with deep brown eyes.
"H-hello Zayn.." I manage to speak against the knot that has formed in my throat. HE CALLED! inside my subconscious is on the kitchen table belting out the lines to 'Boyfriend' by Justin Bieber...don't laugh...don't laugh...I beg myself trying to remain serious on the phone.
The person on the other of the line says nothing...just breathes in rhythm to me...in...and out...in. .and out. A thin layer of sweat begins to form on my forehead. SPEAK! PLEASE SPEAK!
Without knowing I wrap my long hair around my wrist pulling tightly...once the pain registers to my scalp my body let's out a loud groan of agony.
As minutes pass the other end of the line stays silent not even a sigh is shared. Not even a 'are you ok Megan?' How bloody rude.
"L-listen Zayn...if you don't speak i will put the phone down..." I beg him (in my head) to speak...i miss the sound of his voice. . . His deep deep voice. If he doesn't speak can I slap that hair off his head?!
"This isn't zayn." The line goes dead after them 3 simple words.
'This isn't zayn' them 3 words are going to haunt me all day I can feel it in my bones...
My whole body goes cold...my hand refusing to let my phone go.
'This isn't zayn'
Looking down at the card in the hand and the rose in its box I chew my lower lip thinking of who could have sent me such a beautiful rose.. but without my permission my legs start pacing towards the kitchen like an axe murderer is after them...
'This isn't zayn'...zayn.
'This isn't zayn' then who the hell could it be?! How did they get my address? Why did they act on my promise?
Oh sugar...
It must be Horan..
Without hesitation I throw the beautiful white Rose in the bin, "Fucking horan...stupid idiot Horan. . . Stupid irish fucking leprechaun. I'm going to give him a few healthy ticking words when I see that short arse idiot." As I get my angry my words get louder. . .
So much louder that my room mate rushes downstairs and pulls me into her arms, "Jesus cherry what's wrong.."
Before I can answer her my phone rings.., "hello" my voice is so small that I can't really hear myself...
"Hello. I'm sorry about earlier...it just sounded like you was expecting someone else. The rose was from me" a huge grim forms on my face as the small bradford accent speaks and my teeth tug on my lower lip.
If im not mistaken im positive my subconscious is on cloud 9 with doves flying around her.
"I mean as you probably gathered from last night I'm a Tomlinson...we aren't really that confident" (a/n in this story louis is from Bradford.)
My face falls...Tomlinson? What's a Tomlinson?
"E-excuse me? I-i thought this was zayn...zayn malik..." I close my eyes trying not to cry...focus white focus.
"O-oh no im Louis Tomlinson...I saved you when Zayn Malik tried to kidnap you with Niall Horan"
Suddenly my world stops...Zayn Hunky-Yummy Malik tried to...kidnap me?
"Maybe we can get coffee and I'll explain? Oh..I mean tea you hate coffee" out of the last sentence I swear I hear a small cheeky smile from the other end of the phone...this louis knows what I like?
"Yes. Yes let's do tea. Um starbucks? I'll text you the address. " without waiting for a response I end the call staring at Alex for some answers.
"Louis?" She questions narrowing her eyes at me. "As in Tomlinson? The guy who HATES Niall horan?" She uses her fan smirking at me.
"What?" My voice gets higher...so much higher that it must sound like a door slammed on my foot, "we are meeting for coff-tea so I can make sense of last night." I fold my arms to emphasize my point.
"So instead of Netflix and chill it's 'tea and chill?'" Alex smirks at me like she's just invented tea.
God I hate her. With a simple babyish pout I leave the kitchen to go and get dressed...who are you Tomlinson?
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50 shades of Horan
Fanfic**i stopped writing for a while but im back now** Megan White is a university student looking for a simple life. Boy free. But little did she know a very successful business man would walk into her life bringing passion, heartache and men along with...
