Cool Kids » Z.M. AU [discontinued]

28. Waves

To: Z
hey, do you want to talk?

Waiting for an answer back from Zayn was probably the most nerve wracking thing ever. It'd been a good ten minutes or so since I'd sent the message and yet still there was no reply. I didn't want to seem clingy or anything, didn't want to push him either, but he was never like this. And okay, ten minutes wasn't really anything to worry over, no. He could be busy doing something that required his full, undivided attention, or maybe he wasn't near his phone at the time, but I did have a funny feeling settling in my stomach as time stretched on.

Usually, it would take Zayn seconds, no more than two minutes at most, to answer back, but now there was nothing. I really hoped he wasn't still angry because of what happened earlier. My fingers were literally itching to know what was going on right now; were Zayn and Louis sitting down and talking to each other at the moment? Was he still gone from when he fled the room once Louis had made his announcement? Had he gone somewhere else instead of coming back home? I wasn't sure where he'd go or who else he'd run to, but I just hoped he was okay. Seriously, it was putting me on edge.

At least I knew where Charli was, so that made me feel a little bit more relaxed about the situation. She'd let me know that her and Louis were fine, that they'd talked a lot of things through (and I mean a lot; Charli told me that they'd spoken for hours and I couldn't have been happier), and that they were on good terms for now. She was still a bit sad about his leaving, but knowing that they were no longer tense around each other like they'd been for the past few weeks made her feel better than she ever had. It made me feel good, too. They only deserved the best.

Zayn, on the other hand, was making me grow impatient. It'd now been fifteen minutes and the message I'd sent him was still sitting un-replied in my inbox. I frowned, biting my lower lip worriedly before I clicked on the message icon on my phone and decided that maybe it wouldn't hurt to send him just one more message. You know, just in case. But just as my thumbs were preparing themselves to type out a new text, right underneath the one I'd sent before was something that had my eyebrows furrowing deeper than they were before. So deep my forehead was beginning to hurt.

Read 6:15 PM

I didn't know what felt worse: the fact that Zayn hadn't even bothered to reply even though he'd seen the message to begin with, or the fact that I'd been stressing myself out, worrying if Zayn was okay when he seemed to be doing just fine. It wasn't a big deal, not at all, but it did sting a little. I felt like I'd done something wrong myself when in actuality I was nowhere near close to being the one who should be blamed.

Wow. I kind of felt stupid now. I felt like somehow this was all my fault. And now I was here home alone without a clue about what I should do next. I'd never been so conflicted in my life.

The only thing I could think to do was talk to Charli because she was good at this kind of stuff when I wasn't. She always knew just the right words to say, always knew how to calm people down or bring them up whenever they needed lifting. She was great and I hoped she could help tonight.

I scrolled through the contacts in my phone until I landed on her number, wasting no time before I pressed the call button. I lifted my phone up to my ear while I waited for it to ring and it didn't take long before Charli's soft voice could be heard from the other like.

"What's up, Sky?" She greeted me a bit worriedly, but I was fine. There was no need to worry about me so much.

"Hey, you're not busy are you?" I asked before taking the phone away from my ear and switching it to the speaker option.

"No, I have a moment." I could hear a bit of a rustling sound almost as if she were moving around to try and go to a quieter area. "You okay? Did Zayn come over yet?"