"We are gonna go clubbing again tonight then tomorrow we show management the dance!" Zayn said excitedly.
"Okay. " I say mocking him.
"Hey!" He says noticing me mocking him.
"Hey!" I say happily.
I rummage through my ugly brown suitcase. Then I see a shirt that brings back a memory of when my mom and I went to the fair when I remembered I haven't called my mom.
I grab my phone and look through my contacts. I see her name 'Mumsie<3'
I call it and after 2 rings it picks up.
"Hey Mom!" I say cheerfully.
"Hello. How come you left out of nowhere?" She asks concerned.
"I left to star in a music video." I said nervously.
"That's great!" She cheered.
"Well got to go! Love ya!" I said as I hung up.
I've never heard her that happy since I was 13. The year before we moved and I was 2 people.
I must haven't noticed a tear roll down my cheek until Zayn wiped it.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Thinking about the last time I heard my mother so happy." I smiled as another tear rolled down my cheek.
"Come here." He said as he opened his arms.
I crawled into his bear hug.
"You know that Drayn stuff the girls were talking about?" He asked.
I nodded my head.
"Well what if it was real?" His voice cracks.
"Is the Zayn Malik asking me to be his girlfriend?" I ask and his cheeks turn pink.
"Oh well I think I say yes." I say smiling into his chest.
"At least I didn't say anything." He said and we laughed.
"Now go get ready!" He instructed me.
"Yes sir." I kissed his cheek and went to my suitcase.
I found my purple dress that goes mid thigh. It is all sparkles at the breast and ruffles from hips down.
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Story Of My Life
Fanfic[this probably going to be discontinued because I don't want to write about Zayn being in the band when he's not] Darla Joe and Darla Walts are nothing alike. Darla Joe is dark and mysterious and she has no friends and does nothing. She's got black...
