Baby Lips

Chapter 11

Prior to a series of unfortunate events, I had a rather One Direction-less life. I mean, I knew about them and they were always on the radio whenever I seemed to turn it on, but it seems as though they have taken over the media ever since our little run in about a week ago. 

Every single time I turned on the television their faces were plastered on the screen. Radio advertisements about their concert coming up were all I heard. Posters of them seemed to be selling by the thousands every time I walked into the market by my flat. And I couldn’t even open my Twitter application on my phone without being bombarded by thousands of mentions asking me about them. 

My followers sky rocketed after those horrible pictures surfaced on that damn website. I’m not sure how these little One Direction fans found out who exactly I was, but they did, and they would not shut up. I didn’t even bother reading what they wrote in each tweet toward me. But it was getting to the point where erasing my Twitter for good sounded like the only option. 

I tapped my fingers lightly over the white keys of my laptop, the sound it made resembled a microscopic horse galloping. I finally punched in the website in the search bar and waited for my Twitter homepage to load. This was it, I was going to get my life back on its normal track. I thought as I quickly sifted through my mentions for the last time. Every tweet was pretty much the same as any other day until one caught my eye. I blinked multiple times before reading it slower. 

@harryskitty1D: i think i may be the only directioner who ships @scar_mcvay with @zaynmalik#ohwell #iwillgodownwiththisship 

My lips pressed together to form a thin line. I had all too hard to suppress the memories of that damn night that I had forgotten about Zayn’s adorable face when he asked if I would like to get together sometime. Maybe it wasn’t him I was trying to forget... it was just... I can’t even say his blasted name. Styles.  

My finger tips inched toward my mobile phone and grasped it quickly. I unlocked the screen and went to my contacts immediately searching for Zayn Malik, which wasn’t hard to find since he was the last one on the list, I pressed the call button and held the phone to my ear. 

There was one ring before my eyes widened and I slammed the phone down and hung up.  

“What am I doing?” I mumbled under my breath before pushing off the cushioned chair I had been sitting on. I began pacing around my small living room. The bottoms of my slipper boots scuffing the hardwood floor each time I made a sharp turn. 

I gnawed on my lower lip mercilessly. Did I just expect him to cut time out of his schedule to make time for me? The real world doesn’t play out like that. I shook my head and plopped back down on my chair in front of my laptop and I searched for Zayn’s twitter. 

The first thing I noticed was that he was following me. He was following me. I couldn’t help but feel a little star struck. Although he is just a normal guy; he is Zayn Malik of One Direction and he is following me! I bit back a smile and scrolled through his recent tweets, mostly replies to fans or promotions for their newest single. My breathing hitched when I saw that he had just tweeted. I clicked the link for it to show his most recent thought. 

@zaynmalik: i hate waiting for someone to call .xx :( 

My eyes widened and I couldn’t have snatched my phone faster.  

No, it wasn’t certain that that tweet was about me. But whatever it was, it pushed me to redial Zayn’s number and actually wait for him to answer this time before I chickened out and hung up. I began to pace around my couch again. Something I did when I had a lot on my mind. My eyes squeezed shut when I heard the ringing stop and Zayn’s warm voice answer the phone. 

“Hello?” He stated. It was quiet around him. He was alone. It calmed my nerves. 

“Hi Zayn,” I spoke quickly and breathlessly, “It’s, uh, it’s Scarlett.” My hand slapped my forehead as too how dumb I probably sounded. Obviously he knew it was me, phones do have caller ID. He laughed. 

“Yes, how are you Scarlett?” He asked. The smoothness in his voice made my shoulders less tense. I stopped pacing at sank into my couch. 

“I’m doing alright, nothing new.” I answered. “Yourself?”  

“Better.” He said followed by another laugh. I smiled in response, but quickly stopped knowing he couldn’t see my reaction.  “How is school, you’ve been busy?”  

“Well, exams are coming up.” I shrugged my shoulders. “But then it’s winter break, so I guess all the hard work is worth it.” I pawed at the little pieces of lint on my couch as I waited for him to respond. 

“Good to hear,” He paused briefly, “you don’t happened to be busy say... Saturday?” I inhaled deeply and butterflies grew in the pit of my stomach, right behind my belly button.  

“No, well, I have one class in the morning, but after that I am free all day.” I stammered. I could feel my cheeks get warm and rosy. He wasn’t even physically near me, but he still made me blush like a mad woman. 

“Alright, well, I know it might take a while, but why don’t you catch the train down to London and come visit me?” His voice questioned with a bit of hopefulness. I couldn’t help but smile. 

“Yes, of course.”  

After I accepted our little get together, Zayn and I chatted for about twenty minutes. Mostly about pointless things, but it was nice just to have someone to talk about those pointless things with. We ended the conversation on a high note, him telling me he couldn’t wait to see me. 

I flung my cellular out of my grasp and clapped my hands together in delight, but quickly stopped when I realized I must have looked like an easily amused two-year-old. I rushed over to my computer, that was now black from being idle for so long. I scratched my finger over the mouse pad and smiled when I saw that I was still on Zayn’s Twitter page. 

I refreshed it and began clapping once more as I saw the newest tweet. 

@zaynmalik: good things come to those who wait .xx ;)