Texting Zayn Malik

Johannah, Argument and Gigi

Zayn's POV

"Bhaiya, the guests will be here any minute!" I heard Safaa's voice.

"Yeah. Goodnight Saf."

"WAKE UP ZAYN! LUCY WILL BE HERE ANY MINUTE AND-"

Suddenly the bell rang, interrupting mum in mid-sentence.

I heard mum's footsteps run across the house followed by a number of voices talking to each other.

"Bhaiya, wake up!"

"Yeah Saf, just one second."

"Time's up!" I hear her say.

"Gosh Saf, you literally gave me just one second!"

I heard a giggle making me smile. I've always loved to make her even a bit happy.

I got up, and decided to go downstairs to greet the guests before mum kills me.

"C'mon Saf, let's go."

Safaa nodded.

We both went downstairs, the sound of chattering filled the main hall.

As soon as I entered the room, I met with a pair of green eyes instantly recognising them.

Iris.

"H-hey. Uhm, I mean, hi. Hello Mrs.-" I stopped in mid-sentence, realising that I still don't know their last name. So instead, I just decided to go with what I knew. "-Lucy. Welcome to the Malik house!" I gave her my signature smile that could even make Satan blush.

But Satan is like 'male'. And I think that he is straight so..

Ugh, males can blush too.

But that's not the point! Shut up!

"Awh, you've got a handsome kid Tri." she said to my mum.

"Iris, he looks almost of your age. Why don't you hang out with him instead of getting bored here in this elderly talk?" Her mum suggested.

"But mom! I-"

"Iris." Her mum stared at her like a strict mother does.

"Okay!"

Iris got up from her seat and was about to leave the room when she turned towards her mum. She was about to say something but stopped, thinking it over and left without a word.

And I swear, I saw her mum wink at her.

Her mother too? But then, Iris's father? Does that mean, bi?

Damn you, shut up! It was code language! Like she was signaling her to do something?

Poison you.

It's scary that people like you are allowed to vote.

I am you.

Ugh, go home man! Earth is full. Shooo!

Someone is not in a good mood.

I sense something very very bad happening, very soon.
Like very very very soon

I heard my phone ring.

Tommo

"Louis." I breathed.

I quickly accepted the phone call.

"Zayn." I heard a sob.

"Louis? What happened Lou?" I asked worriedly.

Louis wasn't the one to cry over little things. What could've happened?

"Zayn, mum!"

"Louis! Listen! Stop crying and tell me what happened to Johannah?"