Just A Phone Call Away (Zayn Malik fanfic)

My name is Bridget, and what started out as just a mindless dare soon became something much more involving One Direction's Zayn Malik. You may be wondering how, or why, so I'll explain.

It all started one night when my best friends and I were having a sleepover. I'll start from the beginning.

Buzz...Buzz.... Went my phone,interrupting my thoughts. I grabbed my phone from my desk and read the text. 'heyy!! sup? we still doing the sleepover thing 2night?' It was from my best friend Rose. I smiled at the thought as I texted her back. 'Hey! :D yes, we're having the sleepover. tell Hailey and Maria to come to my house around like 8:00 or 9:00' I sent the message, then mentally slapped myself for forgetting the snacks and movies. I walked over to my closet and put on a new outfit since I was still wearing my pajamas. I chose a purple and black striped top, mid-thigh shorts and purple Supras. I grabbed some money out of my purse and put it in my pocket. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I reached in and took it out, reading the text. 'k I told them and they said they could come!' 'ok awesome! see u then. x' I replied. I walked out into the hallway, still looking at my phone. I scrolled through my contacts, looking for Hailley's number. I texted her, 'hey! don't forget to bring snacks or a movie, k?' I was concentrating so much on my phone that I didn't notice my little brother Jake and I walked right into him, nearly knocking him down in the process. I looked up from my phone. "Geez!" Jake said, "Watch where you're going! Maybe if you weren't so obsessed with your phone you wouldn't kill me!" I rolled my eyes at his exaggeration while Jake stuck his tongue out like a three-year-old. I finished reading the text I had just recieved and walked down the hall to the stairs. Mom was downstairs cooking dinner. As soon as my Yorkie dog Michi saw me, he started yipping and wagging his tail. I bent down and scratched him behind the ears, saying, "Aaw! You're so cute! You wanna go outside? Huh?" He barked in reply, throwing his little paws into the air. I scooped him up and grabbed his leash as I walked toward the door. "Hey, Mom," I said, "I'm gonna take Michi for a walk and stop by the store to pick up a few things, okay?" "Okay," she called from the kitchen, "Can you pick up some milk?" I let out a small sigh. "Sure." I said, "How much?" "Just one jug would be fine" She answered, handing me a few bills. "Okay, I'll be back in a little while" I said as I walked out the door. I was going to walk there since Michi needed to take a walk, but I decide against it since it's so hot outside today. I went into the garage and got into my car, placing Michi in the passenger seat. I started the car and turned on the radio. "Kiss You" by One Direction, my favorite song, was on! I turned it up loud and drove out, rolling down the window a bit so Michi could stick his head out. He did so gladly, panting for air as his tongue flapped out the side of his mouth. I started to sing along. I love this song! Especially since Zayn sings so much in it. He's my favorite. Most of my friends like Harry the best though. I'm fine with that, as long as I get Zayn. I pulled into the store, sitting in my car until the song was over. I hate when my favorite song comes on and I'm just pulling in.

I got out of the car and locked Michi inside. Once inside the store, I took a shopping cart and went in the direction of the cold foods. I grabbed a jug of two percent and went over to the candy aisle where I picked out a bag of Starburst, some M&M's and some Pixy Stix. We'll dump those in some pop and get hyper. When I was done picking out the candy I went and grabbed some Pringles and put them in the cart. I went to the checkout aisle and went in line after a woman with two little boys clinging to her, one crying his eyes out over something. I remember when Jake was like that. He put me through torture when I had to babysit him. I still do, sometimes. He's grown out of that stage. A little. I gave the woman a look of understanding and she scowled back. Geez, lady! Guess that's what I get for trying to be nice! I thought. I tried my hardest not to scowl back as she finished checking out her gorceries and yanked the little boy off of her. Harsh much? I stepped up to the counter and placed my items on the conveyer belt. The cashier was rude as well. No small talk, not even the standard "Have a nice day!". I sighed as I walked out to my car and unlocked the doors. Inside, Michi was dying to see me again. "Hey there! Did you miss me?" I said, rubbing his soft chin. He licked my hand and wagged his tail.

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Once I got home, I went back upstairs to my room with Michi and got out my laptop. I logged into Facebook and lurked around on people's pages. Michi sat at the foot of my bed like always, yawning and slowly nodding off. I stroked his back and looked at my friend Dylan's comment on a picture I posted. Boring... My phone vibrated and I checked it. A text from my mom...? It read, 'HEY STINKFACE MORON! time to clean up the dog crap in our frunt yard!!!!! :P' I let out a sigh... Jake must have gotten ahold of Mom's phone again. I replied, 'Wow, really Jake?? taking Mom's phone, again? loser...' I got a reply almost instantly. 'this iz ur muther speeking, darlling! it isnot jake!' I rolled my eyes. Like my mother would spell like that? She's an English teacher! 'yeah, and I'm a supermodel with millions of $' Buzz...Buzz.... 'no ur not deer! ur 2 ugly to be a supermodel' That's it. I ran downstairs and told my mom. "Hey Mom," I said, "Jake's been texting me with your phone and it's really annoying." I know, immature. Mom rolled her eyes as Jake attempted to deny it. "Hand over the phone, Jake." She said, holding her hand out for it. He reluctantly handed it over and walked off laughing. He's kind of a fiend for being only ten. I went back upstairs and looked at One Direction videos on YouTube until it was time to eat dinner. 

I went downstairs to find that Mom made spaghetti for dinner. It smelled so good. I pulled out the chair at my usual seat at the table, which is opposite Jake. As soon as he saw me he started chewing with his mouth open. Disgusting. I rolled my eyes and tried not to notice him as I served noodles onto my plate and poured some sauce over them. I sniffed the air- it smelled of something burning. "Mom?" I said, "What's that smell?" She bolted upright, racing to the stove. She let out a sigh. "Crap!" She said, "I burned the garlic bread!" She took the pan out and dumped it on a cooling rack. "Oh, well" she sighed, taking her seat at the table. My dad just laughed. Wrong move. He always seemed to make jokes at the wrong time, usually resulting in making everything worse. Mom shot him a glare as she began scraping off the burnt parts with a butter knife. Dad did the same, shoving half of his piece into his mouth and dipping the other half into his spaghetti sauce.

I heard my phone vibrating in the pocket of my shorts and reached in to grab it, doing my best to keep it from my parents' view. My dad sighed. "Bridget," He said, "do you have to play with that thing at the table?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm not playing with it, Dad. I'm just seeing who was texting me." I shoved my phone back in my pocket and took another forkful of noodles. I glanced over at Jake. Still being disgusting. Ugh. I stared down at my plate. I don't feel like eating the rest of this, but Mom is already in a bad mood, so I will try to finish it for her sake. 

I ended up pushing my food to the side and playing around with it like a child. I just wanted to check my phone. When everyone was done eating, I helped Mom clean the table. As I stacked the cups and saucers I thought of things to do during the sleepover. Definitely watch One Direction video diaries. Even though I've seen pretty much all of them anyway and Hailey gets annoyed with One Direction. I can't understand why. They're so hot and talented and funny. Especially Louis. He's so random and funny. I found myself smiling at my thoughts. I turned around to see my mom giving me a look. I forced the smile off my face and tried not to giggle, remembering when Louis poured sugar on his head and shook it everywhere. I checked my phone to read ther text I had gottten while we were eating dinner. 'hey! so I was wondering, what time should I come to ur house??' It was from Hailey. Didn't I tell Rose to text them what time to be here? '8:00 would work. :)', I texted her back. I took the stack of dishes and put them in the sink before turning to leave. As I walked away, busy in the world of my own thoughts, I felt a sharp pain in my arm as Jake shot me with a rubber band. "Ow! You idiot!" I cried, rubbing the spot where my arm had been shot. Jake just laughed. I feel like slapping him, but I don't want to get into any trouble with Mom, especially when she's pissed off, like now. I shot him a glare, yelling insults at him in my head. Mom was clanking the dishes angrily in the kitchen while I went back to my room. I sighed as I sat on my bed, my arm still stinging with pain. When did Jake get to be such a good aim, anyway? I rubbed it again, sliding off my bed and walking to my closet. I shuffled through the mess of my closet, looking for my favorite fuzzy sweater. I found it and pulled it over my head and plopped myself onto my bed, face-down as i let out a moan. When I gathered myself up I opened the lid of my laptop and logged in. I always keep my computer locked so Jake won't be able to sneak on it and vandalize my accounts, since I have all my passwords remembered. I logged onto Facebook and posted some random selfies.

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