For Now ➸ Zauren

4.

July 27th, 2014

Lauren

It's been a month since my birthday. It's been a month since I moved from Florida to England. It's been a month since I met Zayn.

I was laying on my bed tapping my fingers along my chin. They had a new rose red coat of paint on them. I was painting my nails to keep me busy. There was a knock on my bedroom door and then it creaked open. I sat up. It was my sister, Taylor. "Do you know where mom and dad went?" 

"They went to that um, little cafe a few blocks away,"  I said. She rolled her eyes. 

"Well, mom and dad won't answer their phones. So, if they ever decide to come home tell them I went to Waliyha's." Zayn's sister and my sister were slowly becoming the best of friends. I introduced my sister to his, and the rest was history. You'd think they knew each other a lot longer than just two weeks. "Do you know if Zayn's home?" Taylor raised her eyebrow and then laughed. "Does it look like that's my friend? He's your little boyfriend. Don't you have his number or something?" She walked out of my room.

"He's not my boyfriend!" I shouted after her. 

I picked my phone up. Just a few minutes ago I had my finger above his name in my contacts. I was going to call him. I was going to see what he was up to, but I didn't want to seem desperate. Ever since the night that we took that walk and I told him all about my break up with Jake, it was like we were damn near inseparable. He'd go to work and then when he got out we'd hang. We took drives to nowhere sometimes, or just sit on the curb and talk. I was usually always the one that made the plans though. I was the one in desperate need of company. I sighed, and tossed my phone onto my pillow. 

I climbed off my bed, and walked to my window. I pulled back the thin white curtain, and poked my fingers through the blinds. I glanced across the street at Zayn's house that was being illuminated by the street lamps. His beat up Honda wasn't parked out front, and I came to the obvious conclusion that he wasn't home. I groaned and went back to my bed. I picked up my phone again, but this time called Dinah.

"Hey," she cheerily answered. 

"I'm pathetic," I frowned.

"Okay, hello to you too," she laughed.

"Dinah. I have no friends here, besides Zayn. I'm waiting hand and foot for him to call me to hang out, but I know it's not going to happen. Nine out of ten times,  it's me doing to the plan making. I'm extremely bored right now. It's a Friday night! I'm usually always occupied on the weekends. What should I do? Should I call him and see what he's up to?"

"I think you should lay low. Let him see what you're up to."

"So you agree? You think my tactics are pathetic.." I sighed and wiped my hand down my face hoping to rid the embarrassment I was feeling. Dinah laughed at me. "Hey, I never said that."

"But you were for sure thinking it.."

"You caught me."

"Dinah!" I groaned.

"Lauren, look," she giggled. "I'm just saying obviously your misery is leaning on his company because you're bored, and he's your only friend... who you also think is hella hot." She whispered the last part, but whispering was never a talent she possessed. "Dinah!"