I'm in my room, surfing the channels on my t.v.
I can't find anything interesting, so I went to my laptop.
I opened my twitter, nothing was interesting too.
I closed it.
I dropped myself on my bed.
Why life's so boring?
I sighed.
I miss him so much.
Without him, my world is plain and dull.
He should've called me by now. I know they'd arrived already.
Their Europe tour was finally over.
We can be together again.
I've never seen him for almost a month.
But our communication was still intact.
He never let any day pass without him telling me I love you.
Even though he was very busy, he never forgets that he has a girlfriend.
We've been together for four months now. But we barely had time together -- just the two of us alone.
I closed my eyes.
I sighed. Again.
What's taking you so long to call me Malik?
Few minutes passed, my phone rang.
Someone's calling me.
And who could that be?
Zayn Malik of course. My one and only love.
I took my phone and answered it.
"What took you so long to call mister?" I asked him mischievously.
"I'm sorry baby. We weren't able to get out of the airport immediately." he said apologetically.
"Oh. Why not?" I said, sitting up.
"The fans were massive. The security in the airport can't handle them so they asked for back up," he explained. "We were almost mobbed." I heard him sigh.
"Ah. So, are you tired?."
"Yeah. But I promised you we'll have dinner tonight, didn't I?," he said.
"I know. But we can have dinner tomorrow if you want to rest," I suggested.
He answered, "No. I missed you so much Maegan. I can't wait for tomorrow to see you. We'll have dinner tonight, love."
"If that's what you want. I missed you too Malik." I said.
I missed you so much it hurts.
"I'll pick you up in an hour. I love you so much baby," he said.
Oh, how much I love this guy.
"I love you too."
We hang up.
I stood up and went to the bathroom.
I took a bath. Fast.
I changed into a brown spaghetti top. A yellow oversized t-shirt with a big heart design as an over top. I wore fitted jeans. And flats.
I put just a little powder on my face.
I'm not the kind of girl who puts on make ups and wears short skirts.
I'm just a simple girl.
I'm seventeen years old. My height's five feet and four inches. I'm neither skinny nor chubby.
