Torn and Tangled

Chapter 3 - Ziam Girl

Chelsey's P.O.V

My phone rings and I scramble to get it, guessing that it's Georgia. I bet she's still mad at me. "Hello?" I squeak. No one answers right away, then I hear a crackle and a deep, familiar voice says, "Hello, babe!" I freeze. My mind freezes as well as the voice suddenly registers in my mind. Zayn. Freaking. Malik. No...it couldnt be...could it? I stutter as I reply, hoping to god this wasn't just a practical joke, and also hoping that it was so I could be let down easily. "Hi...?" I reply again, feeling stupid. Okay, I think, if he replies and it sounds like Zayn, I'll believe it but..."Hey, it's Zayn! Zayn Malik!" At that moment, I needed a tumblr gif to describe how I reacted. I nearly started silently hyperventilating, I didn't want to scream and annoy him, he definitely didn't deserve that...but I could hardly contain my emotions. "Are you serious?" I reply quietly, breathing faster."Is it really you? I whisper. That's right! My number that Georgia had let slip away, he must have found it! Or had one of the other boys? He replies, "it's really me! And Liam's here as well. We're doing a twit cam. I found your number and wanted to see if you were a directioner." He says the last word, slowly, like he's emphasizing it. I try not to shake from shock, "you dont understand...I love you all so much! What are the chances that you'd find my number and...and actually call me?!" I hear a familiar laugh from the other line, it's Liam. Oh lord, it sounds beautiful. Zayn croaks out, "I know, right? What are the chances?" I don't know how to respond to that, so my mouth just gapes open in silence. The silence would be described as "awkward" by someone else, but to me it just seems surreal.

Liam's P.O.V

Zayn stops talking on the phone and stares off into space, biting his lip. I motion for the phone and he hands it over. "Hi, hun. It's Liam now. How's it going?" I hear a gasp on the other line. "Liam, you're an amazing person, I just appreciate you so much!" she says. She's on speaker phone, so everyone watching the twit cam can hear her. "Thank you, that means a lot," I respond. Her voice is delicate and beautiful, I notice. I don't know what to say to this girl, she's left me speechless. "Uhh...well...whats your name?" I question, I hear her pause. She says, "Uhh...should I really say, you know, since your on twit cam?" Zayn takes the phone from me and saves me my humiliation. Gosh, I wouldn't want any hate being sent to her. I blush. The red light on the web cam is staring at me, clearly unimpressed at my lack of words. Zayn mumbles something into the phone, "We'll keep in touch, hun..." I purse my lips and read through some of the comments streaming through, one reads: WHOOA! I wanna keep in touch with bradford bad boi :( oh how i wish that was me 

Zayn's P.O.V 

As I hang up the phone numbly, I look back at Liam, who's scanning through the comments on our twit cam. Apparently, the directioners have already given the mystery girl a name...they've called her the Ziam Girl. I say out loud, "I guess her name is Ziam girl now, haha." Liam chuckles beside me and leans back into the couch. He starts to have a chat with everyone, "So, what do you guys think? Should we call her back? Maybe do another twit cam and ring her up again?" A frenzy of comments appear, all of them saying they want another twit cam, featuring a call with Ziam Girl. 

Chelsey's P.O.V  

Zayn hangs up the phone, and I can hardly remember what our conversation was like, all I can think is...Was I really talking to Liam and Zayn? Two out of the five boys that are practically my life? I squeal suddenly and jump up and down, an elderly lady besides me looks at me disapprovingly, but I really don't care. I felt like I was on the top of the world. Would they seriously keep in touch? Could I possibly even meet them...? Suddenly, my phone beeps, its a text message from Georgia. It reads:

You've got to be flacking kidding me. I just watched the Ziam twitcam on my phone...WAS THAT YOU?

Before I can reply, she send me another message, one thats frantically written in caps lock, something Georgia does a lot. I reply hastily, getting ready for a series of curse words and harsh comments. I write back:

Georgia. That was me. ZAYN AND LIAM TALKED TO ME! I can't believe it, what are the odds? I still can't believe it happened...

I wait nervously and my phone beeps again, Georgia wrote:

CHELSEY! YOU'RE SO LUCKY! They'll probably call you again! I HAVE TO BE THERE THE NEXT TIME, you understand? I NEEEEED TO TALK WITH ZAYN!!!! Love you hun, you're the best x

A surge of pride overwhelms me as I read her message, and then jealously...Zayn and Liam called me, not her...I shake the thought away, the selfish thought that really shouldn't mean anything. I text her back, saying that of course, I'd love to have her with me if they ever called back, but I don't say anything about Zayn...

Liam's P.O.V

After we say goodbye to the fans and get ready for bed, I see Zayn stare off into space. "Whats wrong, buddy?" I ask him, pulling my blanket up to my chest, he's laying on the opposite couch near me. "Nothing..." he states and then says, "we should definitely call her back. She seems really sweet...and the fans really seem to like her..." I smile at him lightly, because I totally agree. I nodd my head and flick my hair away from my face, "Definitely. Maybe we could get the others boys involved too?" Zayn smiles tightly, his eyes slowly closing from exhaustion. "Yeaah..." he says and falls asleep striaght away. I stare up at the ceiling, it's nice to be home. And very nice to be able to communicate with a fan without having security breathing down your neck...if Zayn doesn't do a twit cam with me soon featuring Ziam Girl, I definitely will...