You lay on the couch, limbs intertwined as you both watched TV. Your phone lighting up on the coffee table, buzzing around begging to be answered. Zayn shot up and picked it up before you could even catch who was on the caller ID. “Hello?” Zayn mocked you in a girly voice. You swatted at him, his hand pushing you lightly away so you couldn’t reach the phone. “Yes this is.” He smirked at you before his face contorted into a wide grin. He took the phone from his ear, “It’s for you.” You hit him in the shoulder as you took the phone, “No shit!” You hissed putting the phone to your ear. “Hello?” You said into the phone. “Hey, was that Zayn?” You mother asked. You glared at Zayn who was laughing to himself on the couch flipping through the channels. “Yes yes it was and he’s gonna get it as soon as I get off the phone.” He glanced at you. “Well then don’t let me stop you. I was only calling to say hello.” She bid goodbye and you hung up. “ZAYN!” You lunged on him. Both of you ending up on the floor laughing because there was no way you could resist the girl voice he used to answer the phone.
