The Phone call - Zayn Malik

Chapter 1

How can one phone call change your life ? Now that is one interesting question .Many answers come to mind ; a call from a university about how they are glad to have you join, a call from that one last interview you gave saying you are accepted for the job, and many others like that. It could be for good or worse .

But can you fall in love with a person you just talk with over phone ? Now that's where my story comes in.

28 August, 2015

Zelmirah

" Zelmee-ha! Zelmee-ha! " I smile as the voice reaches me.

I had been awake for almost an hour now, I was waiting for Willow to come because I knew she would be in my room as soon as she wakes up. And I was not going to miss the opportunity of being waken up by my little sister even if it meant being jumped upon at 7 in the morning.

I chuckle silently in amusement under my sheets as I feel her struggle to reach the level of my bed. I can imagine her standing beside my bed pouting and glaring at it. She never admits but my bed is indeed too high for her .

I hear her moving the cube shaped stool I had in my room and the bed dips as she starts climbing my legs. I stir slightly peeking from under my covers, pretending to have just woken up.

I sit straight, settle her on my lap and smile at the little blonde blue eyed girl in front of me.

" Morning Willow." I say as I ruffle her hair and she grins at me, a dimple becoming prominent on her left cheek.

She was literally a ray of sunshine - brightening and warming the day . " Zelmee-ha, Get ready we are going out." She exclaims happily and I nod, allowing her to talk about her plans for the day.

Willow grace winters. She was an year old when Mom and Dad had adopted her. Her mother, Grace Taylor, was a very good friend of my mother, she died while giving birth to Willow. Willow's biological father couldn't take the grief, so he went down the path of drinking and drugs. Seeing this we adopted Willow and I couldn't be more grateful.

I barely saw my family though , it was almost two years after I had come home yesterday.

I am snapped out of my thoughts as Willow starts tugging me with her little chubby fingers.

I remove myself from my bed and lower Willow down despite her protests that she could climb down just fine.

I shake my head amused as she pushes me towards the bathroom. I swear sometimes she was very bossy for a three year old.

According to Willow, we were first going to have breakfast at a restaurant and then head to the mall. Hmmmm. So what should I wear?

My closet was brimming with clothes, mine and my mother's too. What my mother's clothes were doing here? Well, when someone says that I looked like my mother was not only for some features of her but because I was nearly a replica of my mother. If not for the noticeable age difference we could almost pass as twins. And to add to that, my mother was my style inspiration too. Luckily most of her outfits fit me quite well.

My gaze settles on a blue denim shirt dress , brown boots with it and I will be ready. So that's decided.

I head to the shower humming a song I had caught drift of last night before sleep.

I dress up quickly, braiding my short shoulder length brown hair into what looked like a small bun in just two minutes . Ah! The perks of short hair.

I smile at my reflection and head downstairs guided by the smell of pancakes.

I stand in the kitchen opening taking in the sight of my parents and Willow. Mom was baking the pancakes while Dad helped her with the syrup and Willow was scarfing down the delicious looking pancakes. No one could say she wasn't my real sister.