Emotionless Love (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 22

Francis P.O.V

"Ugh! I am sooooo mad! I didn't get to see him because he apparently left after a mob was following him! It wasn't even the mob I was in!"

Sienna's been ranting about how she didn't get to see Liam at the mall.

If she only knew.

It's been a day and I've been paranoid that Liam is just going to pop up out of nowhere and say 'I told you i'd see you again'.

Like this morning; I went to the bathroom to shit and I kept pushing back the shower curtain, thinking he was going to be standing, drenched, smiling a creepy murderer smile.

Is that wierd?

I hum a response, to let her know I am completely listening to her and not reading an article on child actors then and now, on my computer.

"Oh and I totally like lost Austin! Did you happen to see him, because if he met Liam before me, I am so killing him with a bat."

Violent much?

"No, I never saw him. Wow!"

"What, what is it, Liam? Is he there?"

Sienna raises her voice causing it to ring against my ear.

"No. The dude who played in Stuart Little is really fucking hot. Remember? He used to be this nerdy kid with spiky hair, now he's buff and nerdy!"

Wow! I can't wait for puberty to make me this hot! Or maybe I should work out.....nah!

"Oh my god Franny! You're not listening to my problems! This is major you know! Stop reading these crazy write-ups on has-beens, worry about the now!"

This sounds like a yolo reference.

"Ok I will Sienna; speaking of now, I'n hanging up."

"What?! No! Franc-" I hang up before she finishes her sentence.

I flop back on my bed and stare at the ceiling.

When was the last time I actually looked up?

Sigh- *ring*ring.

I look back over to my phone to see some unknown number flashing. I sit up, hit accept and wait for the voice.

"Hello, Francis?"

"Zayn?"

"Yeah it's me. Glad you remembered." He chuckles.

"Why are you calling?"

"Well, I expected you to call me some time ago, but you never did, so I called instead."

That's right!

"Well I would've called but you haven't given me your number." I fire back a little too defensive.

"I'm sure I gave it to you. Anyway, it doesn't matter, you have it now. So, I called to see if we can hang out tonight."

I don't have anything to do, so I guess hanging with him would be ok.

"Sure. However, don't think this is some kind of date okay? It's just two friends who are going to hang together."

It's silent on the other line. Did I accidentally hang up on him?

"Okay, but I'm pretty sure, you'd have a hard time thinking it wasn't a date, not me."

I can imagine his smug smile.

"Whatever. Pick me up at seven."

I end the call and flop back on my bed.