Chapter 5

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12 September, 2015

I answer the phone and without giving the person on the other side a chance to reply I unleash my anger.

" You dumb person. How hard is it to get through your skull that I am not selling the property. Non capisci che non voglio vendere la proprieta. Bastardo. "

I say, anger taking hold of me. I was really fed up and whenever I was angry for some reason I switched to Italian. Ash always says that it was scary.

" I.." Again the girl cuts me off like she did even before I had spoken something. I had never come across something like this, one moment she was speaking English the next everything just flew over my head.

" Mr . Trevor I o li troverete e ucciderti se chiami un'aetra volta. " ( I will find you and I will kill you if you call me again.) I take a breath as I finish my lecture.

Once I am sure she has finished the lecture , the words just leave my mouth. " Woah! I didn't understand a thing except the first two sentences but that was kind of hot."

I stare at the phone as if it is an alien thing. " Oh shit."

I chuckle as I hear her, " Yeah Oh shit." I say mimicking her. I was really enjoying this.

A deep chuckle fills the silence as I hear him mimick me while I mentally face palm myself. " I am sorry, I thought it was someone else." I apologize .

She apologizes in her strong accent almost similar to mine, but it had a hint of something else as well. I shrug and then I remember she couldn't see me. " It's alright. Poor guy though , what was it , Mr.Trevor right? . "

" Poor my ass." I mutter under my breath and he laughs in reply as if amused.

I laugh as I hear her answer, feeling amused . It was entertaining to hear her abusive rants.

I am about to ask him what was so funny , but I pause. " Hold on. Who are you?"

I was betting she was going to reprimand me on laughing but then she asks who I was. " Tom Cruise." I say the first name that comes into my mind. I don't even like him.

I keep the sarcasm from slipping into my tone as I reply him,
" And I am Jennifer Aniston."

I almost squeal. " Really? " And now I feel dumb.

A small smile forms on my lips as I hear the excitement in his voice. Looks like someone is a Friend's fan.

I pout as I hear her chuckle.

" So let's try this again. Who are you? " I ask curiously.

" Malik." I say just to mess with her.

My brows scrunch in confusion. That's not a name. " That's a surname."

" Yup." I reply popping the p.

" Keeping it a secret, huh, Mister Malik? " I ask.

I nod but then I realise she wasn't here. How stupid will I look if someone sees me now.
" You can say that. Mister Malik, Huh? I like the sound of it." I say playfully .

I smile again, God it felt good to smile after all the crying. " Don't flatter yourself. So, tell me Mister Malik, What would you call for ?"

I sigh thinking about what to say but then I decide to just be honest . " Nothing."

Now I am confused. Why call someone for nothing?
" Nothing ? "

I hmmm in reply. " Honestly, I was bored out of my mind so I just dialled - " She cuts me off again. Man, she does that alot.

" a random number. I used to do that too when i was young." I finish for him as I laugh at the childhood memory.

She laughs after finishing off for me. I notice how it sounds hoarse and rough as if... as if she hasn't laughed in days.

It felt good to laugh after so many days.

Zayn I am home. I hear my mother's voice followed be the shutting of the door. " Coming mom." I shout in reply.

I hear him replying to his mom and I could notice the love in his voice when he said mom. " Hey Go. Never keep your mom waiting. " I sigh as I hang up on him.

I stare at the phone confused. What did just happen? I don't know why it felt like there was much more meaning to her words then just being a simple statement.

It was nice talking to you Mister Malik, I think as I walk back to my room shutting all the lights.

And I didn't even get her name, I think as I stare at the empty contact name box. I just save it under Angry Bird, suited her. I sigh as I head downstairs to my Mom. It was nice talking to you angry bird .

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