Everything's Changed - Zayn Malik

What?

The weekend went by all too quickly. I was working at night Saturday and Sunday, but during the day Jessie came over to the apartment.

She listened to me whine about Zayn, but she also cheered me up. We ate and talked, my phone was still off all the while.

Sunday night when Jessie was going to leave, she convinced me to turn on my phone.

"You don't have to reply to his messages," she insisted for the third time. "Just see what he's said so far."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Besides, how will I be able to contact you if your phone is off?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Fine," I sighed.

I wasn't sure if I was telling the truth.

"Good," she said holding out my phone.

She pressed the home button and I noticed it was already on.

"I took it from your room when you went to the bathroom," she smirked at my confused face.

"Great," I rolled my eyes.

"You'll be at work anyway," she went on. "You won't even be able to check it every five seconds."

I hoped that was true.

We exchanged goodbyes and I sat back down in the living room to check my phone.

147 text messages. 146 of them were from Zayn.

My voicemail was full. All the messages were from Zayn.

To avoid reading his texts, I opened the one message that wasn't from him. It was from my mother, sent three days before.

Some mail was delivered to the house in your name. Pick it up when you can.

Great. Just great. As if I didn't feel bad enough before...

My mother didn't even treat me like her daughter. I thought maybe the message would be asking about how I was doing, but no...

I laughed to myself for getting my hopes up.

After erasing her message I left my phone on the table.

Once I was dressed for work, I put my hair up in a ponytail and grabbed my keys.

I jumped as the ringtone of my phone sounded.

As I peeked at the screen, I saw it was Zayn.

Oh, no. He would know my phone's on because it was ringing instead of going straight to voicemail.

I groaned and I grabbed my phone. I silenced the call but didn't ignore it. My phone vibrated to let me know I had a missed call and vibrated again to signal a new text message.

Call me was all he wrote.

I stared at it for a few seconds before my phone rang again.

It was going to be a long night.

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-Zayn's POV-

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I looked at my phone in my shaking hand and tapped my foot nervously.

No one else was here.

I hadn't seen anyone in days. I'd told the boys I was sick and wanted to be alone resting.

In all honesty, I hadn't told any of them about what had happened. None of them even knew Alexis existed.

I'm knew it was a dick move, but I didn't want to tell anyone anything about her.