Just A Phone Call Away (Zayn Malik fanfic)

Consideration

Zayn's POV

I'm in my apartment and Niall and Louis just left, which leaves me here by myself. I let out a sigh.

It's been two months since I broke up with Perrie and I've been trying to move on. I thought about the girl I've been talking to, Bridget. I don't know why I've been taking such a shine to her, it's not like me. Usually I try not to make eye contact with fans. I'm afraid they'll melt or something. But this girl, for some reason, seems special to me.

I pulled out my phone, opening the picture she had sent to me of herself. She's so beautiful, with her deep brown eyes and her flowing dark brown hair. This could never work, I keep on telling myself. But no matter how many times I tell myself it's impossible, I still want it to be true. Getting to know Bridget, I feel like we have a special connection of some sort, even though we don't know eachother very well yet. I smiled, thinking she probably knows a lot more about me than she lets on.

She sounded so excited when she talked to me on the phone, but she wasn't screaming, which I appreciated.

I want to meet this girl, but I'm a little confused at the moment. I've been trying to tell myself to just give her up. Send an autograph and forget about it. But I can't. I have this nagging feeling, but it's more than that. I want to meet her, but how?

I pulled out my phone and found her number in my contacts. I was about to call her, but guessed she was probably busy eating dinner or something.